Man Of Straw

Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
A massacre won't change his outlook

Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Oh, man of straw

Sheltered in his cut out lifestyle
If time were small, he'd be a sundial
Hope wrung dry with values static
'Save me', he cries, 'from these fanatics'

Standing lonely, trusting no one
In disarray with collar undone
Oh, man of straw

Kicked again, he counts his blessings
But with no brain, he's always guessing
Standing lonely, trusting no one
In disarray with collar undone

Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Oh, man of straw

Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Standing lonely, trusting no one
Disarray with collar undone
Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
With no brain he's always guessing