Lo Debar

You may think I've been born lame but the truth is that I've been short changed And out of a mouth of shame but am I the one to blame? Over, and over, and over, and over, I've thought these things before If only she'd held me tighter, I could have had much more But I've got what's left and it's not quite right Not a single word, not to speak nor write Living as dead mans weight when the crown was to be mine but the dirt's where I'll die I would if I could but I've broke my feet I know it must be awfully stressful to be poised on purple seats, but it surely is no Lo-Lo-Lo Debar Lo-Lo-Lo Debar Lo-Lo-Lo Debar Lo-Lo-Lo Debar You may have stopped here but I have been mocked here, see Every day's the same There's not a shore, not a ship, not a single chance for a change But I've got what's left and it's not quite right, not a single word not to speak nor write Carrying dead man's weight pondering whether he or I have been wasting my time And how is it that I've been bartered here? You've tended to such gorgeous gardens as I've grown my weeds with tears When you left us here in Lo-Lo-Lo Debar Lo-Lo-Lo Debar Lo-Lo-Lo Debar Lo-Lo-Lo Debar