The curtain falls instead of stones
I'm just a man, a simple thing
Made by meals that only serve to eat themselves
Such simple things

Once I dreamt of owning my own home and renting six bedrooms
To call center veterans, good tenants and better communicators
But ambition encountered and economy dominated
By forces so deep they confound themselves
I'm just a man, a simple thing

The chorus ends (big deal)
I'm just a man, a simple thing
The volume works its special line between my legs
So fuck you all

The loneliness took my ancestors
There end the lions
They died in the millions
Big spenders and adequate firemen
We served them fake focaccia
Baked in temporary prison vaults
I'm just a man, a simple thing
A simple thing

Bread, cheese, bow and arrow
The staple diet of rodents
Bread, cheese, bow and arrow
The staple diet of rodents
Four kids equals
Carnage at the petting zoo
Make a friend of discipline
They're sewn tight on the stylus
Breaking arms
They're held up as examples
To your banks
They're sewn tight on the stylus
Breaking arms
They're held up as examples
To your banks