How much for a heart of gold? How much for a soul that isn’t black? How much for a wasted love That ruined me, oh Lord can you take that back?
Because I always wanted to be a better man Yes I always wanted to be a better man
If I sold myself out to a whole new crowd Just so I could stand and I could scream out loud If I gave up everything and everyone I know Maybe the man in me would cease to show
Well I cut my hair and burned my clothes Changed my name and moved away from home If the truth was more self-evident Maybe I wouldn’t feel so damn alone
Because I always wanted to be a better man Yes I always wanted to be a better man
Well the crowd screamed out “Sing what we know” And all obliged I felt so cold Can’t you see this heart on my sleeve It burns for you and not for me
Well I always wanted to be a better man Yes I always wanted to be a better man Yes I always wanted, I always wanted I always wanted, I always wanted I always wanted to be a better man