Punk Funk Genius

Smells Like Fish

When I was four or like that
My father took me by the hand
We came to a tower above the town
First climbed up and then looked down

He said:

Look, there are things that make it fine
The sun, a smile, a dandelion
And there are things that cut your breath
Blindness, fear and, of course, death

There are those who chase their dreams
And folks who don’t know what it means
There are those who don’t know why
And those who don’t know when

There are those who put their hopes
In golden-silver envelopes
Lock them in a drawer and we call them
21st-century men

You smell like fish
Take a rest
And choose your qualities
Before your wish
To be the best
Becomes bestiality

Now listen, keep these words for life
Stay TRUE in your daily strife
Your deeds must grow from virtues
With roots in your heart

Side by side and hand in hand
Yeah, that’s the thing to understand
To kill the weeds you must find the seeds
That‘s where the trouble starts

That’s right, people always boasted
But now they boast that they’re exhausted
Hey, ain’t you find it weird
In a fishy kind-of-way?

Well I don‘t say I’m the one to judge
But I’ve got a bit of human touch
So come on!
Let me be your friend who saves the day

You smell like fish
Take a rest
And choose your qualities
Before your wish
To be the best
Becomes bestiality