Instrumenten
Ensembles
Opera
Componisten
Performers

Woorden: Iggy Pop. Brick By Brick. I Won't Crap Out.

I'm standin' in a shadow, hating the world, hatin' 'em
I keep a wall around me, block out the herd
It's a nerve-wreck place to be, kills real quick
You gotta scrape the concrete off your dick

But we're gonna live so happily
In a faraway place, just you and me, if I don't crap out
The sun will shine and give us a hug
The world will sing like a happy bug, if I don't crap out

No and I won't crap out
No I won't crap out
No I won't crap out
Crap out, crap out

I'm glad I am crazy, it keeps me trying
I despise the trendies, I know they're lying
If you want to stir up real mud
You had better pay with real blood

But the birds will sing a sweet melody
In a couple of green indifferent trees, if I don't crap out
And you're gonna know how fine you are
Gonna write your name on a violet star, if I don't crap out

We'll have a window and we'll have a door
And a reason to be living for, if I don't crap out
And the material singers will fade into dust
Like forgotten merchants of disgust, if I don't crap out

No I won't crap out
No I'll never crap out
Oh, I won't crap out
I won't crap out

No I won't crap out
No I won't crap out
Crap out
No I won't crap out
No I won't crap out

Though I run into the twilight [Incomprehensible]
No security, no guarantees, nothing like that for you and me
'Cause we want to live not like a fucking dead fucker
And I won't crap out, I won't crap out
I'll get there, I'll get there where man can't