Produced in Studio One. A story of how somebody can go from winning millions of $$$$$$ to losing it very quickly and going the opposite way.
original singersongwriter
Story behind the song
Produced in Studio One
Lyrics
I guess the only kind of place for me
is on an island in the sun
Where the wind is slow and rivers run
I'd be free indefinitely
In the course of my insanity
where I find myself at will
I can cease to be a simple man
and my thoughts can run uphill
Write on my wall I'll meet their call when
I can be free again
It is the summer of my fortune now
and my desires will not wait
Don't want to squander all that I have gained
But if I don't get moving it will be too late
Write on my wall I'll meet their call when
I can be free again
Save a place in debtor's prison now
because I cannot pay my debts
I can't believe I've gone through all my wealth
All is lost. Bad hands were dealt
Write on your wall
I've had my great fall
I've burned it all!
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