soul asylum
jack of all trades
If I could be anything I wanted I don't know but, oh I'd be stuck here with myself Be an Average Joe  But if I could be like a Jack of all trades Yes, I'd have it made  Glass blower, flamethrower Grass mower, firefighter I'm tryin' to loosen up Or make it tighter  But a Jack of all trades master, I'm not dead You're tired in bed But a Jack of all trades, there's stuff that gets made Wait for your lucky day  See my trade and now it's gone Brings the dam to the bone He's shuddering, he stalls He hid the bottle of call  Ching chase, rat race, lay down And out of place and down the hall Problem called, na, na Problem called, na, na, na  Yes, I'll try anything sometimes, I just can't say no And I'm tryin' to dig with my hands I've learned to work with my mind So much to lose and so much left to find So much to take, so much to leave behind  Ya, walk down thoughts are free You don't think of the dead, you think of dignity Picked you up by the side of your head, you were half dead Say your prayers and put you to to bed  At the end of the day stands a Jack of all trades And the fool he has made It's a Jack of all trades and the fool he has made Of himself and his friend  But you'd do it again, yes, he'd do it again He's a Jack 