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Hey you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say
"How′s it going man?"
But you're never quite clear if their glares
Are sincere or really only just second hand
To you it′s all roses, it's a lavender haze
The man is a marvel, it's a shame about his brains
But that′s okay you say he′s got straight teeth and it's good sex
You look to the sky, you look to the man
You claim innocence and not to understand
Or do you?
Or do you?
There′s a big man wearing a white suit and patent leather shoes
He wants to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo
'Cause the gypsy on the corner said "Hey mister, you can′t lose"
And it's your first day at the track, you feel that heat on your back
We all want to find a way to beat the system
Find some rhythm in the madness
Get down on your knees and pray
Say "I′ll do whatever you want God, just let me have my way"
Well will you?
Will you?
Come on all you merry men, rattle your cries
Dance with the devil for tomorrow will surely
Hey, hey, blow the men down
You with all your cigarettes and cool stares
Filled with blank glares and loaded regrets
Just like the girls today with nothing to say
No more pigtails and pony rides
They're sophisticated, they sip on lattes
And have their eyes on a bigger prize
We shake our fists and say "Well good golly we're mad"
The God who kills children with our very own hands
We claim innocence and not to understand
Or do we?
Or do we?
Come on all you merry men, rattle your cries
Dance with the devil for tomorrow will surely
Hey, hey, blow the men down
We′ll blow the men down
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Writer(s): Jewel Kilcher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
