There's A Man Songtext
von Me Like Bees
There's A Man Songtext
There′s a man on a bill
He was drawn with a quill
He tells me how and when I can do what
There's a pain in my side and it cuts like a knife
It tells me how and when I can do what
But I feel sound rake against the clamor
When I sort it out I′ll be baked and indifferent
Don't mind me it's just life
And It′s the voice of disease
That gets into my mind
Gets me every time
That had its shot
It lost its sting
But it follows me around like I owe it something
The whole worlds gone mad with a peculiar voice
As long as I have a choice I′m raising a hand up
I'll be begging to differ
There′s a pout in the cold
Burns my lungs like a coal
It tells me how and when I can do what
There are two hands on the wall
And they don't clap for me at all
They just tell me how and when I can do what
But I feel the sound rake against the clamor
When I sort it out I′ll be begging to differ
Don't mind me it′s just life
And It's the voice of disease
That gets into my mind
Gets me every time
That had its shot it lost its sting
But it follows me around like I owe it something
The whole worlds gone mad with a peculiar voice
As long as I have a choice I'm raising a hand up
I′ll be begging to differ
He was drawn with a quill
He tells me how and when I can do what
There's a pain in my side and it cuts like a knife
It tells me how and when I can do what
But I feel sound rake against the clamor
When I sort it out I′ll be baked and indifferent
Don't mind me it's just life
And It′s the voice of disease
That gets into my mind
Gets me every time
That had its shot
It lost its sting
But it follows me around like I owe it something
The whole worlds gone mad with a peculiar voice
As long as I have a choice I′m raising a hand up
I'll be begging to differ
There′s a pout in the cold
Burns my lungs like a coal
It tells me how and when I can do what
There are two hands on the wall
And they don't clap for me at all
They just tell me how and when I can do what
But I feel the sound rake against the clamor
When I sort it out I′ll be begging to differ
Don't mind me it′s just life
And It's the voice of disease
That gets into my mind
Gets me every time
That had its shot it lost its sting
But it follows me around like I owe it something
The whole worlds gone mad with a peculiar voice
As long as I have a choice I'm raising a hand up
I′ll be begging to differ
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