The curtain falls
Instead of stones

I'm just a man ... a simple thing.

Made by meals
that only serve
to eat themselves
such simple things

Once I dreamt of owning my own home
and renting six bedrooms
To call centre veterans,
good tenants and better communicators
But ambition encountered an economy dominated
by forces so deep they confound themselves

I'm just a man ... a simple thing.

The chorus ends ... big deal!

I'm just a man ... a simple thing.

The volume works it's special lie
Between my legs
So fuck you all.

The loneliness took my ancestors
that and the lions
they died in their millions
big spenders and adequate firemen

We served them fake focaccia
Baked in temporary prison vans

I'm just a man ... a simple thing

A simple thing

Bread, Cheese, Bow and Arrow
the staple diet of rodents
Bread, Cheese, Bow and Arrow
the staple diet of rodents

Bored kids equals
Carnage at the petting zoo
Make a friend of discipline
They're sewn tight on the stylus
Breaking arms
They're held up as examples
To your banks
They're sewn tight on the stylus
Breaking arms
They're held up as examples
To your banks


Lyrics submitted by akimika, edited by OCEP

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