Brant Bjork - Porto lyrics

Well I dreamed that I was Portuguese Inside my hotel room the word upon these beautiful streets sweet poetry is born here who knew these dreams inside my head would reach my seed sown soul and hear those things that seem so far away they seem to be so near Is it wrong to want love is it wrong to never hate these things that make you all so crooked they seem to make me straight hey son do you know where your coming from hey jack do you know that you ain't mine hey boy do you know where you wanna run do you know why you can't cry You stupid boy your worthless all the same got too much high got too little brain never thought you'd see the day the day that come a man now you know you know that I am you know that I am (x2)