Sincere

Mister can you tell me where I've come from

Looked like hell to me, took so long

And it's a frustration

Like I really need one

And the man at the station wouldn't help me at all

Help me at all

They think the Yank is just a jerk

Well this clown hocked his golden gloves

He ran out all ripped apart

Holding that solid gold heart

He paid the witch for a virgin's skinny arms

The warmth of her tiny voice

A little choice she won't recall

A thin veil she would not lift

I am sincere

Mister can you tell me wat to call this place

I've been cheated like I've never been

And it's a frustration

Like I really need one

And the man at the hotel's been breaking my balls

Breaking my balls

They think the Yank is just a jerk

Well this clown hocked his golden gloves

He ran out all ripped apart

Holding that solid gold heart

Lyrics Submitted by Pete Tate