Robert
With A Smile On His Face
By Frank Peter Hermsen
Well, this is Robert
And I´m stoned again
Lights are out
A drink in my hand
I´ve got everything
What I do not need
And I finally reached
The dark end of the street
Oh. Robert
With a smile on his face
No more sorrows
Here in the mud
No tomorrows
Just a life on drug
My life is damned cold
I really lost my heat
Because I finally reached
The dark end of the street
I don´t understand
Whatever I say
I use to talk in a very
Roundabout way
Lies are the trips through
My boaring days
Hoping once to get
Far away
I didn´t leave footprints
Wherever I´ve been
I call it the value
Of not to be seen
Nobody knows me
A directory I don´t need
It´s rather lonely
At the dark end of the street