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Modern ManThe modern man is he who pulls himself awayFrom the screen, free from mainstream He's seen it all before, when forced to face a modern door He reaches for his Tylenol and water Water, clean water That's all he needs, yeah, free from mainstream His drink is filled before, when forced to stomach one else more He turns around and searches for His pillow and his mattress and his quiet little room Tries to sleep, yeah, deep in his dreams Modern man doesn't need reality, he'd rather Shoot at the moon, though he knows that it won't fall, no matter how Many holes That he may try to claim Such an honest man, who fires away At nothing in particular, simply because testicular motives seek Yeah, to roam free in the scene His lust controls it all, when forced to face another wall He turns and lights his last menthol and drags it all Till the whole damn thing is gone, no matter how Many holes In his lungs may come to be Such and honest man, and honest way To kill off all the little things, smoke 'em out, and fire away at life Yeah, don't be shy, be obscene Go turn your head and smile, you'll soon be gone in quite a while And make more room for one new pile of skin And bones |