El Incomprendido

He is... the misunderstood, it's what he's been through
And even though he's suffered, it's what he's chosen
He spreads his writings in dives and joints
And someone convinced him that he's a cursed poet

From bar to bar, café to café
He thinks they're watching him
But no one sees him...

He thinks that just because he's a bohemian, he'll win a prize
But he's gone sober and the waiter furrows his brow
Tired of being broke and all the lies
His mother won't give him a dime at 40 years old

It could be you, it could be me
We're all misunderstood
It could be him or those two
We're all misunderstood...