I'm bad news, a black and blues-er Who's a loser, a merry-go-round spiralling down I'm all used up, I'm chaffed and chewed up Who's just screwed up, the same old Charlie hitting the ground 'Cause I'll never be the soul of a man, noble and wise Like the soul of a man who lifted me high Like the soul of a man, heroic and true Like the soul of a man that I looked up to What else could I do? Stupid hubris, no excuses I blew my fuses, I guess I'm just a ruse in my father's shoes Not amusin', no confusin' this streak of losin' Totally brutal and useless too How can I be the soul of a man, noble and wise Like the soul of a man who lifted me high? Like the soul of a man, heroic and true Like the soul of a man that I looked up to What else could I- Just when I'm reaching for that rung at the top On that broken heel steady, and ready, ready to drop When will I be the soul of a man, noble and wise Like the soul of a man who lifted me high? Soul of a man, heroic and true Like the soul of a man I looked up to What else could I do? I'll never be, no I'll never be I have gone and let you down Whoa, soul, soul of a man Here comes that familiar sound Same old Charlie hittin' the ground (Ahhh!)
