What Really Makes A Man

Damn the pictures
They're just stillness
Damn the television
Just other people living
Throughout it's conception
Sometimes the mind is a
Derelict invention
Thoughts aren't real
Thoughts don't handle hots
Schlepping jalpenos
In Holden sub shops

Steady yourself
Been living on boats
Can't walk straight on land
No strength to command
My own goddamned hand
Barely got two legs to stand
Ominously howling with the band
'Bout what really makes a man
Makes a man what? Cut 'em up laughing
Because laughter is a staff
To lean on in the meantime coming back
To what really makes a man
In a song for awhile will I sing
For a man is many things
A man is many things but not a king
Over other men though he will try
And the men who know the truth will die
"No man shall ever be a King" they'll cry
At the noose because what makes a man is truth
So a man cannot lie

A lie is a devil with a shovel
Digging graves for all the lies you gave
In place of truth
Dig! Dig! Dig! Deep beneath the roots!
Coming closer to the gates of hell
Your brain begins to swell
Thoughts begin to shatter the skull
Reaching from your head to the sky
Swelling to such size as to
Block out daylight
Can't see for shit
That devil is swinging his shovel
Doesn't care who he hits