King Shiv - Man Man

Woke up feeling like it put the lotion in the basket

Can you even recall the times

Before your pheromones took your common sense hostage

And left you in the rain to dry

And if you’ve ever gotten everything that you wanted well

Wouldn’t that be some king shit

But as the case would have it

Well, you certainly haven’t

You’ve been hand-to-mouthing every step of it

All the old-timers in the neighborhood swear

That you’re cursed with a face people hate

But every single one of them’s an endless variation

Of Popeye raised on lead paint

And all the «woulda coulda shoulda

Did it cause my buddy’s over

Get to it when this here is done»

Repeated time and time again

It grows into a second skin

I can’t believe there even could be

A secret life between your eyes that I don’t seem to see

Are you satisfied with waiting here for heaven forever?

Waiting for your schemes only weakens at the seams

All the scenes that you’ve spun in the dark

And who wants weak desires waiting for them in the wings

After years of leathering your scars