People Say

I was born in a northern town on the southern side
Taught to expect nothing, be happy with what is provided,
But I never felt at home no matter what I did
You can't fit a square peg into a round hole,
And that's just the way it is
And everything I'd see would make me want to dream my life away.
People say I am just a dreamer
But hey, that's not right with me,
I've heard it said I live in a dream world,
But I believe in the things I see,
This is real to me.
So I found my way to a life in a different town
I saw familiar faces and well known places as I walked around,
I could feel for the first time this is where I could shine,
I could hold me head up high instead and I could own what's mine,
Cos there's one thing that I know,
my instincts are the only thing I own.
People always told me, wake up and get into the real world,
You can't run around like a kid your whole life,
You're just chasing rainbows, grow up and get a life my son,
Get your head out of the clouds,
Money don't grow on trees and
besides, that world is not for you anyhow,
Yeah?
Well, who was the richest man in Vienna when Mozart was alive?
Who gives a fuck!
Who was the guy who lived in the big house on the hill
Looking down on Van Gogh?
Who gives a fuck!
And who was Benny Benjamin and James Jamerson's fat cat accountant?
Who gives a fuck!
And who's the richest man or woman listening to this tune right now?
Who gives a flying fuck!