Every Picture Tells A Story Songtext

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