Don't Pick A Fight With A Poet

Don't Pick A Fight With A Poet - Madeleine Peyroux (瑪黛琳·蓓荷)

When you're walking on the street

And the people that you meet

Make you want to start a big fight

'Cause they talk as if they're so right

There is one thing to remember

In case you haven't heard

You can kill a mighty emperor

But you cannot smite a word

So don't pick a fight with a poet

Don't raise your hand on a whim

Whether it's wrong or it's right

There's a lesson in life

And to learn it

You have to give in

'Cause the poet knows

You can't win

When you're twitching at the bar

No one knows who you are

And you want to prove them all wrong

You think you are so strong

You can try to make them listen

You can try to be the boss

But the story teller is the one

Who calls the toss

So don't pick a fight with a poet

Don't raise your hand on a whim

Whether it is wrong or it's right

There'll be a lesson tonight

And to learn it

You'll have to give in

'Cause a poet knows

You can't win

Over there in the corner

With a cheshire grin

Making rhyme out of broken hearts

Cryin' the hymn

And two tokes from a good time

A toast away from fist flying

Congregating the world

With a paper and pen

So don't pick a fight with a poet

Don't raise your hand on a whim

Whether it's wrong or right

There's a lesson in life

And to learn it

You'll have to give in

'Cause a poet knows

You can't win