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