Maybe I should be a writer Wroight a book and feel much brigter Share my thoughts with the world Or maybe I could be a film maker Celluloid, more fun than paper You never see the scren's corners curl Aah maybe then I could be a lover Find a girl and win her over And tell her that she's the only one But maybe then a philanderer I'd sneak around and lie to her And kid myself that I'm the happy one I'm not looking over four leaf clover I'm just waiting for hell to freeze over Maybe I should take the mike, (mic') Stand up tall like Michael Stipe And try to solve all the problems of the earth
Or maybe then I should sit back down Scratch my chin and use my frown And try to figure out exactly what I'm worth We'r estill building churches, burning books k**ing the babies to feed the cooks Who said the world would turn out fair? So I guess I'll dig myself a hole Ask the devil if he wants my soul And do soemthing real like cut my hair Ooh, "maybe this" and "maybe that" It may be satin and it may be sack Won't really matter much in the end May be my enemy, may be my friend? I'd drive myself around the bend Thanks for your time and ears to lend