You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say who is that man? You try so hard But you don't understand Just
Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy For seagull, I don't want your
more mercy For the little man within Gonna kill, kill the little man within Gonna kill, kill the little man within Gonna kill the little man within We've got to kill, kill the little man
Naked Man, Naked Man Passing through Naked Land Naked Man, Naked Man In the sand, where is your hand? Naked Man, Naked Man Please go back to Naked Land
ballad man I've gone and fucked it 'Cos I'm a ballad man And everybody is 'Cos I'm a ballad man And thats all it is 'Cos I'm a ballad man I've gone
Run little rabbit Can't break the habit For none shapes Like a rocket And shoots like a pocket gun Every mothers' son has spent A lifetime on the run
From the Album: * Lovesweat You walk into the room - with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say: Who's that man You try so hard
it help me? Hip, hip, hip to the beat I can't find my own feet, can't see where I stand Ballad of a running man, jam, jam marathon man For years I was
You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand
He was a small man but this man was all man He was accustomed to danger He knew the badlands, he knew every bad man This man was a ranger, ranger, ranger
and a sweet sixteen My whole life I could not arrange My wicked ways I could never change Don't try, don't try now to understand For this is the ballad of a lonely man
I've been mixed up, cut up So sit down and shut up 'Cause I'm a hard man I was hung up, strung out But I can't take no more junk Even if you can It will
You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just
I'm a ballad man I feel no ? Cos I'm a ballad man I talk to the girls Cos I'm a ballad man Yeah, I? Cos I'm a ballad man Yeah, I sure? Cos I'm a ballad
A machine came knocking at my door Lost & alone; hungry for oil. I could see he wouldn't get too far Shape of a man; soul of a car. Soon we'll all be
Once I was rich but I'm better off with a satisfied mind. I go down to the river, see the boats go sailing down, see the boats go sailing down, I throw
Run little rabbit, cant break the habbit for none Shapes like a rocket and shoots like a pocket gun Every mothers son has spent a lifetime on the run
I've been mixed up, cut up so sit down and shut up 'Cause I'm a hard man I was hung up, strung out but I can't take no more junk Even if you can It will
