Well, you've made of me a paperman
Then I'm flying by the wind
Yes you know I'm a paperman
Could not say I have regrets
But I'm free through this land
You have burnt this paperman
With the tears I cry in vain
Yes, you've burnt this paperman
He rolls like a hurricane
Won't you save his waving shape
You've made of me a paperman
I'm flying by the wind
You burn this paperman
He's going up in the sky
And how about being you?
Life is long but you're not, babe
Yes, you've killed this paperman
And my fever disappears
You shoot down this lonely man
And he ends up his career
And I welcome my fears