Every Picture Tells A Story

Every Picture Tells A Story
Spent some time feelin' inferior
standin' in front of my mirror
combed my hair in a thousand ways
but i came out lookin' just the same
daddy said "son you better see the world
i wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave.
but remember one thing don't lose your head
to a woman that'll spend your bread"
so i got out
Paris was a place you could hide away
if you thought you didn't fit in
french police wouldn't give me no peace,
just claimed i was a nasty person
down along the left bank, minding my own,
was knocked down by a human stampede
got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot
when all i wanted was a cup of tea
i was accused
Down in rome i wasn't getting enought
of the things that keep a young man alive
my body stunk but i kept my funk at a time