How good is all this hot sun weather
How good is all the land we cleared of tree
How good is being addicted to the thick black rock
And how good's all that sludge we dump in the see
And how good's all that money and your fancy car
When there ain't no more poor souls around to pay the debt
How good's the race when all the runners have been pushed too far
And how good's the economy when everybody is f*cking dead
How good's the man
How good's the fight
How good's this age old land on fire
How good's the man
Just how deep are we willing to go
Or are empty promises all that the people need to know
I guess all this funding and fumbling might look good on paper
But when the flames come they will scorch your very eyes
I like to think you were right all along
That there's nothing we can do is there anything even wrong
You're captain on a sinking ship and won't let anyone free
So when it's your turn to drown just how good has it been
How good's the man
How good's the fight
How good's this age old land on fire
How good's the man
Sapphire Street - The Man Lyrics
Sapphire Street - The Man Lyrics
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How good is all this hot sun weather
How good is all the land we cleared of tree
How good is being addicted to the thick black rock
And how good's all that sludge we dump in the see
And how good's all that money and your fancy car
When there ain't no more poor souls around to pay the debt
How good's the race when all the runners have been pushed too far
And how good's the economy when everybody is f*cking dead
How good's the man
How good's the fight
How good's this age old land on fire
How good's the man
Just how deep are we willing to go
Or are empty promises all that the people need to know
I guess all this funding and fumbling might look good on paper
But when the flames come they will scorch your very eyes
I like to think you were right all along
That there's nothing we can do is there anything even wrong
You're captain on a sinking ship and won't let anyone free
So when it's your turn to drown just how good has it been
How good's the man
How good's the fight
How good's this age old land on fire
How good's the man
How good is all the land we cleared of tree
How good is being addicted to the thick black rock
And how good's all that sludge we dump in the see
And how good's all that money and your fancy car
When there ain't no more poor souls around to pay the debt
How good's the race when all the runners have been pushed too far
And how good's the economy when everybody is f*cking dead
How good's the man
How good's the fight
How good's this age old land on fire
How good's the man
Just how deep are we willing to go
Or are empty promises all that the people need to know
I guess all this funding and fumbling might look good on paper
But when the flames come they will scorch your very eyes
I like to think you were right all along
That there's nothing we can do is there anything even wrong
You're captain on a sinking ship and won't let anyone free
So when it's your turn to drown just how good has it been
How good's the man
How good's the fight
How good's this age old land on fire
How good's the man
Writer: George Inglis
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