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A man peculiar struggles alone looking for a place to call home
A final cone is stuck to his face
A world like this he can't find his place
Joe, won't you find your place?
Oh, Joe
A final cone is stuck to your face
Oh, yes
Working on the press
Cleaning up the mess
I've been up since dawn
Life is one big yawn
On the presses
Slinger through the ink
Elbows deep in stink
And the stacks of pages
Gotta make my wages
On the presses
On the presses
To the bar we go
Leave the work to Joe
We don't want him here
We're off to have a beer
On the presses
On the presses
On the presses
After working far from home
Drinking brew that burns our bones
We can't stand up on our own
But it sure beats being alone
Wasting away our daily pay
Drinking too much brew each day
Our liver's hurt and waste away
But it sure beats being alone
Where have all the real men gone?
Falling drunk and just hanging on
Since when are men all the same?
Drinking party and like life's a game
I want a real man
Who's that man sitting all alone?
I'm strangely drawn to that sassy cone
The slope, the curve, it gives me a lift
Can't help myself
Wow, can I touch it?
After working far from home
Drinking brew that burns our bones
Left and marked for this cause
His meals were both being alone
When you can't find your place on the job
When you can't find your place
What's wrong with your face?
When you got no place
Lace in this world
You gotta find a place
To call home
No use faking
Be so free
No use faking
Be so free
When I was a young girl
I sang all the days
People always telling me
I shouldn't be that way
But now I can't hide myself
Nor change the way I am
No use faking
Be so free
No use faking
Be so free
Hey, you just stop trying
To be something you're not
Just accept your final mouth
Make the use of what you got
Because the gift God gave you
Can bless all the world
No use faking
Be so free
No use faking
Be so free
No use faking
No, no
Just be free
Do what you feel true
So let's tell a story
Thank God for what you got
To make use of this final mouth
Thank God for what you got
Just use your final mouth
You've got to be you
You've got to be you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, don't come on in alone
Use your final mouth
Use what you got
Don't worry about the world
Joe
You're gonna find your way through
Believe in Joe
Use your final mouth
Use what you got
Yeah, Joe
