Sound Sex: Blessed Man

Signs, signs all I see is signs
Openin’ up windows and doors to the mind
Fools takin’ comfort in self-righteous lies
They’re convinced that they’ll never die
The conductor’s gone blind there’s a tumor in his brain
He’s walkin’ through the desert thinkin’ he’s drownin’ in rain

Blessed man
Blessed man
Blessed man
Blessed man

The doctor comes in and says you gotta go
And in the garbage chute you are thrown
There’s a field of corpses and they’re alive
And they’re lookin’ at you with unblinking eyes
Your child holds your hand, he wants to play
So you send him to the corpses on a sunny day

Blessed man
Blessed man
Blessed man
Blessed man

There’s a big bad bullet travelin’ down the lane
Fired from a gunman with damn good aim
Bombs have fallen it’s a great defeat
But parades are marchin’ down a dead end street
The kings wearin’ blinders like a two legged horse
He can’t see the bullet through his million man force

Blessed man
Blessed man
Blessed man
Blessed man

The sky’s fallin’ and you can’t fly away
So you hop aboard a runaway train
There’s no tracks and it’s gonna blow
And soon you’re dancin’ in the devil’s show
It’s a pretty little jig, a feast for the eyes
And you can’t stop dancin’ even if you die

Blessed man
Blessed man
Blessed man
Blessed man

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