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
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 Explain Request ×
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