Strawman
We who have so much to you who have so little
To you who don’t have anything at all
We who have so much more than any one man does need
And you who don’t have anything at all, ah
Does anybody need another million dollar movie
Does anybody need another million dollar star
Does anybody need to be told over and over
Spitting in the wind comes back at you twice as hard
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman, going straight to hell
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman
Strawman
Strawman
Strawman, yes
Does anyone really need a billion dollar rocket
Does anyone need a 60,000 dollars car
Does anyone need another president
Or the sins of swaggart parts 6, 7, 8 and 9, ah
Does anyone need yet another politician
Caught with his pants down and money sticking in his hole
Does anyone need another racist preacher
Spittin’ in the wind can only do you harm, ooohhh
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman, going straight to hell
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman
Strawman
Strawman
Strawman
Does anyone need another faulty shuttle
Blasting off to the moon, venus or mars
Does anybody need another self-righteous rock singer
Whose nose he says has led him straight to god
Does anyone need yet another blank skyscraper
If you’re like me i’m sure a minor miracle will do
A flaming sword or maybe a gold ark floating up the hudson
When you spit in the wind it comes right back at you
Strawman, going straight to the devil
Strawman, going straight to hell
Strawman, going to the devil
Strawman, strawman
Strawman, …., ah
Strawman
Strawman
If the mother goes to sleep with you
will you run and tell geraldo
If the mother bears your children without tears
without the usual costs of labor
if the mother goes to bed with you
will you run and tell the neighbors
will you hide behind that get up that you wear
or will take the first ear that comes into contact with you blade
like peter did on the hill
will you call her a freak?
will you call them freaks?
if the mother goes to bed with you
will you run and tell the papers
how she picked you from a line up in downtown philadelphia
with a cigarette hangin’ out of your mouth and henry miller in your
back pocket
you little fucker
If the mother goes to bed with you
in the bowels of the cathedral
will you render her asunder with what she really needs
or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about
finding yourself in your mother’s arms
will you call her a freak
will you call them freaks
or will you call the gods
will you call them freaks
you know your sperm is weak
you never looked, so high
to ever find her, so low
you did not have to go, that far
to show her that you were holy
now you know they’re gonna come for you
and drag your silly name into the mud
if the mother bears your children without tears
and the usual cost of labor
I still feel the same
though everything has changed
the pain it cost now
I feel lost inside of my own name
but I keep running
I am running
I keep living for the day that I’m with you
that I’m with you
the past has left its stain
now I feel the shame
I’ll seize the day
if you take away
the chains of yesterday
but I keep running
I am running
I keep living for the day that I’m with you
and I am waiting
I am waiting
I keep waiting for the day that I’m with you
a new day
the sun is shining
seems I’m closer to finding
that life is more than where we are
no way that I am TURNING
as long as the sun is burning
now it seems that all I want is you
I still feel the same
though everything has changed
the pain it cost now
I feel lost inside of my own name
but I keep running
I am running
I keep living for the day that I’m with you
an I am waiting
I am waiting
I keep waiting for the day that I’m with you
that I’m with you



