Waiting For A Break (Day One)

Said he was an actor Bit of a photographer But made his living out of laughter Which made him a comedian Waiting for his million That was soon coming But for now he was bumming He looked in the mirror Looking back at an era And finished up his brushstroke And laughing at a private joke He saw the self-hate In his self-portrait That would one day hang in the tate Next to a rembrandt But still couldn't pay the rent-man He said he was a musician Who had this ambition For everyone to listen To his natural rhythm But for now he was chilling Just saying this : It?s a matter of time Before I get mine You could call it fate I'm just waiting for my break I'm just waiting for my break He said he was a model But the only trouble Was he didn't like the idea Of getting photographed in swimwear But he might try it next year He's starting up a business Before next christmas 'Cause he worked better on his own With a mobile phone But still waiting for the bank loan He said he was a worker That suffered from inertia A real soul searcher That had no religion But still went to confession He says he is a free spirit Though he doesn't appear it Living in a bedsit With no fire exit Waiting for a giro cheque That's soon coming But for now he's bumming Just saying this: It's a matter of time Before I get mine You could call it fate I'm just waiting for my break I'm just waiting for my break Let me tell you this story Over the drink you brought me You see I'm an actor Bit of a photographer But make my living out of laughter Which makes me a comedian Waiting for my million That's soon coming