There's A Man

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