Here Come The Men

Here come the men, they understand

Each other’s need for other men

For all alone there’s no defence

There’s no saviours

Here come the dogs they’re on the path

They sense each other’s comfort breath

They’re sickly drunk with confidence

So give it up

It’s not the way they change, but how they stay the same

In the coldness of the hollow streets here

Here come the men they’re in their cars

Here come the men with scarecrow arms

Here come the men, let’s be alarmed

As the contest begins

Get on the daisy chain, and forfeit sense for gain

In the coldness of the hollow streets here

Are you big enough?

Are you strong enough?

Are you hard enough?

Are you flush enough?

Are you hung enough?

Are you straight enough?

Are you white enough?