Who the hell am I?


I'm standing up here singing
and you're listening with glee
you're hanging on to my every word
like a frigate grips the sea
and while I appreciate it greatly
I have to wonder why
you don't know me from Adam
who the hell am I?

I've quite a lot to tell you
so I've written it in song
it's the way I've always done it
it's how I've come along
I've written through the good times
and when I've sat and cried
but let's return to what I've asked before
who the hell am I?

well, the person here before you
is a complicated soul
while others nibble bits of life
I've swallowed the damn thing whole
the words I choose are mine
so, I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll put my tongue in cheek
and ask, who the hell are you?

I can be a little oblique
I'm not into naming names
so you'll have to keep on guessing
to remain a witness to this game
I see you're becoming angry
and the fist's about to fly
I hesitate, then ask once more
who the hell am I?

I don't know if I'm asking
or I'm telling you out loud
but I need to say something
because more than three's a crowd
and as I make my way off-stage
I've said my last goodbyes
I pray to God I've made an impression
who the hell am I?