P.Righini, 2025
Self made man
Self made man
Self made man
Eyes of a child… yeah…
Hair all tangled…
Funny dreams… that never fade away.
Repeated vices…
Swallowed cries…
Souls torn away… from angry mothers’ eye
Beds left messy… sheets still sweet…
I tell you my stories,
but I don’t need your touch.
Self made man… oh yeah…
Carrying the weight in your hands.
Self made man… oh yeah…
Never asking nothing from other men.
Born in the wind,
raised in the fire,
rock is your fate, not desire.
Eyes of a child…
but the heart carries scars.
Hair all tangled…
the mind runs far.
Funny dreams…
turn to truth in the funny guitar
Self made man…
standing tall even when you fall.
Self made man…
ain’t nobody strong like you at all.
Rock will drag you down…
Rock will lift you high.
Self made man… self made man…
Self made man…
Oh, rock will hold your hand.