Maybe far away or maybe real nearby
He maybe pouring her coffee
She maybe straightenin' his tie
Maybe in a house or hidden by a hill
She's sittin' playin' piano
He's sittin' payin' the bills
Betcha they're young
Betcha they're smart
Bet they're collecting like ashtrays and art
Betcha they're good why shouldn't they be
Their one mistake was givin' up me
So maybe now its time
And maybe when I'm wake
They'll be there calling me baby, maybe
Betcha he reads
Betcha she sews
Maybe she's made me a closet of clothes
Maybe they're straight as straight as a line
Don't really care as long as they're mine
So maybe now this prayer
The last one of its kind
Won't you please and get your baby
Maybe...Born to refuse, and raised to exclude
Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes:
The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were evil, the writers were evil, the homeless were evil, the workers were evil, the summer was evil, independence was evil
Grown and released with the heart of a thief
Wanting only to seek the very gentlest of streets where
nobody's evil, nobody's evil....
So easy to hate
Just look at the face
The nose in the clouds
The bulge in the brow
and the head on backwards
The need to escape all visible space
Continuous drift to depend and dismiss
and the head on backwards
(Evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil, evil, man we'll get even, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil, evil, we all know the reason, evil, evil) Evil man!
Here comes the fun
Blink and it's gone
See what you've won
The end's just begun
I am the demon, I am the demon...
The morning is hell
The night full of blood
Each sickening smell announces a flood
in a human holiday
No wall at the back
No light on the map
No fiction, no fact
no fibre now...chaff
in the human holiday
(Evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil demon, quit while you're even, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil, evil, we all know the reason, evil, evil) Evil man!
I'm clearing my desk
It's time for a rest
Tomorrow is dead, so the worms have been fed
with the head on thatwards
The washing of hands
The kissing of feet
The failure which brands
Nightmare without sleep
To any fool with a grievance, it's open season!
(Evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil, evil, quit while you're even, evil, evil) Evil man!
(Evil, evil, we all kn