hey, you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say, "how's it goin' ma'am?" / but you're never quite clear if their glares are sincere / or really only just second-hand
to you it's all roses / it's a lavender haze / the man is a marvel / but it's a shame about his brains / but that's ok / you say, "he's got straight teeth and it's good sex."
you look to the sky / you look to the man / you claim innocence and not to understand / or do you, do you?
there's a big man wearing a white suit / and patent leather shoes / he wants to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo / 'cause the gypsy on the corner said, "hey, mister you can't lose."
and it's your first day at the track / you feel that heat on your back / we all want to find a way to beat the system / find some rhythm in the madness / get down on your knees and pray / say, "i'll do whatever you want, / god, just let me have my way." / well will you, will you?
come on all you merry men / rally your cry / dance with the devil for tomorrow we'll surely.... / hey, hey blow the men down
you with all your cigarettes and cool stares / filled with blank glares and loaded regrets / just like the girls today with nothing to say / no more pigtails and pony rides / they're sophisticated / they sip on lattes and have their eyes on a bigger prize
we shake our fists and say, / "well good golly, we're mad / that god kills children with our very own hands."
we claim innocence and not to understand / or do we, do we?
come on all you merry men / rally your cry / dance with the devil for tomorrow we'll surely... / hey, hey blow the men down / blow the men down / hey |