(M/T: Stanley Beamish)

Easy, so easy

I tried to dance and I almost broke my legs.
Next I tried some singing but the audience only threw eggs,
and then I bought a skateboard and then I took a dive,
and when I got myself a motorcycle I was lucky enough,
to survive.

Oh it's so frustrating I can't even count to three,
but you can do anything you want,
you just keep on telling me.

It's so easy. It's easy to do.
So easy even for you.

Why should I keep on trying, when I know I'm bound to fail.
Everybody is taring at me you know I wish you'd go to hell.
Was I born an idiot or is it just bad luck.
Well, why do I bother telling you.
I know that you don't give fuck.

I don't succeed at anything I'm nothing but a fake,
and then you show me how it's done.
It's just a piece of cake for you.

It's easy. It's easy to do.
So easy even for you.
It's so easy. So easy to do.

Should I try to climb a sidewalk?
Should I sit down on that chair?
Should I try to read the headlines?
Should I start to grow my hair?
Should I try to drink some water,
knowing that I'll spill it all?
Should I try to bang my forehead on a fairly solid wall?


Easy, easy, so eay, it's so easy

(vom Album "General Theory")

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