When the world gets dizzy, from spinning around,
Gravity gets tired of holding everything down.
When the foul prick of time's unraveling like twine,
When all roads lead to Rome and there're no words left to rhyme,

We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for men.

Every tree's pressed into money. Everything tastes the same.
Everyone agrees and everything has a name.
When the fish have turned to frogs and the ocean is on clouds.
I remember how you looked walking barefoot through the crowd.


We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for men.

Now nothing's left between us, besides blood and air,
and every last circle has been turned into a square.
There are no cigarettes in the pockets of your vest.
No more hellos or goodbyes, no more secrets to confess.

We'll make caves from our bones and make shoes from our skin
And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for men


Lyrics submitted by TyTheGuy

The World Was Made For Men song meanings
Add your thoughts

1 Comment

sort form View by:
  • +1
    Lyric CorrectionI hear:

    "We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,"

    "When the Fish have turned to frogs. The ocean turns to clouds" (water evaporates into clouds)
    ModernHereticon February 05, 2011   Link

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain