Man of Straw

Like confession whispered slowly
 Hate's a word that's spoken softly
 Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
 A massacre won't change his outlook
 Like confession whispered slowly
 Hate's a word that's spoken softly
 Oh, man of straw
 Sheltered in his cut out lifestyle
 If time were small, he'd be a sundial
 Hope wrung dry with values static
 'Save me', he cries, 'from these fanatics'
 Standing lonely, trusting no one
 In disarray with collar undone
 Oh, man of straw
 Kicked again, he counts his blessings
 But with no brain, he's always guessing
 Standing lonely, trusting no one
 In disarray with collar undone
 Like confession whispered slowly
 Hate's a word that's spoken softly
 Oh, man of straw
 Like confession whispered slowly
 Hate's a word that's spoken softly
 Standing lonely, trusting no one
 Disarray with collar undone
 Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
 With no brain he's always guessing