Now it seems as if we're used to the shaggy We made our beds and now we hate where these
beds be. Took nothing at all to part this red sea. I'm a shackled child singing the good
song of freedom. They've got no pride. They interrupt our grieving. Tear drop dropping
for the pain of the world. My best friend dies when she was just a young girl. Left me
hell to fend for myself. Now the pain never leaves. We just learned to cope. So when the
devil needs hanging will you tie up the rope and shout pull? Let's put an end to this
whole Zen thing. How many years before we practice what we preach? How many tears before we truly
clinch the peak? Only to find that there is no honey on the moon. Official goon with the
un-official crew. I'm more afraid to old men. All of the women, all of the children. Just
say when and I'll take you to Matardis. Who's the hardy? Who's the hardy? 16 bar cycles.
Hot belt recycle. From the wacky blacky man they shoulda called me Michael. Look at the
monster you made. Look at the monster you paid. But you claim no responsibility cause
it's easy to be self in these times that we live. Does God have a sense of humor then
the jokes on us? Cause we're chasing our tales for how long? The tussle makes us how strong?
Vintage poor people's fun. If we could ease up on these booze and facts then just maybe.
Life wouldn't seem so mad. Be a man my dad said. But what the hell he know? He lost
these dreams. He lost these flow. And I don't wanna be alone. I'm born king so where's my
throne? I'm too intense. I'm too deep. I'm too nice for life. So what makes this place
so nervous?
I'm more than a man. All of the women on the children. Just say when and I'm taking to
Matardis. Who's the hardy? Who's the hardy? I'm more than a man. All of the women on the
children. Just say when and I'm taking to Matardis. Who's the hardy? Who's the hardy?
Look at the monster you make. Look at the monster you pay. But you claim no responsibility. But
you claim no.
