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 life style

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

In disarray with collar undone

Horror fills his pretty scrapbook

But with no brain he's always guessing