It takes a fractured man to be broken
And a wandering eye makes a thief
Three pounds of pressure on soft of my side weighs on me like a kilo of grief
It's a side glance to the almighty
And a nod to a treacherous friend
I've been banging on the bars of a big empty cell
No good man left in the lion's den
When your needs climb over the needy
Making ends is a matter of taste
It don't matter if you're crashing a downtown ball or fleecing folk with a lock pickers haste
You can bicker about higher morals
Manipulate the trouble we're in
But you're running out of fodder for your absentee father
No good man left in the lions den
And I know
I know
A crack of a lash it won't save my soul
And I know
I know
The end of the road it won't lead
It won't lead
Me home
Now you can't tell your son from a martyr
You can't look your daughter in the eye
Steel your gaze against villainous ways
Before your heart just shrivels inside
So help your brother down from the gallows
Stand with your neighbors when they strike for their rent
Take to the streets when the cops use their feet
No good man left in the lions den
And I know
I know
A crack of a lash it won't save my soul
And I know
I know
The end of the road it won't lead
It won't lead
Me home
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It takes a fractured man to be broken
And a wandering eye makes a thief
Three pounds of pressure on soft of my side weighs on me like a kilo of grief
It's a side glance to the almighty
And a nod to a treacherous friend
I've been banging on the bars of a big empty cell
No good man left in the lion's den
When your needs climb over the needy
Making ends is a matter of taste
It don't matter if you're crashing a downtown ball or fleecing folk with a lock pickers haste
You can bicker about higher morals
Manipulate the trouble we're in
But you're running out of fodder for your absentee father
No good man left in the lions den
And I know
I know
A crack of a lash it won't save my soul
And I know
I know
The end of the road it won't lead
It won't lead
Me home
Now you can't tell your son from a martyr
You can't look your daughter in the eye
Steel your gaze against villainous ways
Before your heart just shrivels inside
So help your brother down from the gallows
Stand with your neighbors when they strike for their rent
Take to the streets when the cops use their feet
No good man left in the lions den
And I know
I know
A crack of a lash it won't save my soul
And I know
I know
The end of the road it won't lead
It won't lead
Me home
And a wandering eye makes a thief
Three pounds of pressure on soft of my side weighs on me like a kilo of grief
It's a side glance to the almighty
And a nod to a treacherous friend
I've been banging on the bars of a big empty cell
No good man left in the lion's den
When your needs climb over the needy
Making ends is a matter of taste
It don't matter if you're crashing a downtown ball or fleecing folk with a lock pickers haste
You can bicker about higher morals
Manipulate the trouble we're in
But you're running out of fodder for your absentee father
No good man left in the lions den
And I know
I know
A crack of a lash it won't save my soul
And I know
I know
The end of the road it won't lead
It won't lead
Me home
Now you can't tell your son from a martyr
You can't look your daughter in the eye
Steel your gaze against villainous ways
Before your heart just shrivels inside
So help your brother down from the gallows
Stand with your neighbors when they strike for their rent
Take to the streets when the cops use their feet
No good man left in the lions den
And I know
I know
A crack of a lash it won't save my soul
And I know
I know
The end of the road it won't lead
It won't lead
Me home
Writer: David Fricke
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