Texty: Lou Reed. New York. 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

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

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

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 said 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, hell me up, ah
Strawman, strawman