Big bad man's law doesn't carry much sway
When you come around here
You can still scratch my back
And I can still change sides
Don't carry no torch 'til you have it in type
That I'm doing okay
It's only one man's outlook
It could be one more lie
Look at it closely
Counterfeit mostly
Yesterdays's brushwork
Using yesterdays' paint
And everything that I believe
And every note that you receive
They're just vanities to you
Hear that Liverpool wind as I'm making my way
For the very last time
Is this a resurrection?
And do you really care?
I can't relish no kiss 'til I happen to hear
Your honeycomb nouns
Let you down so often
I'll do the same again