Man That I've Become - Nick Lowe

Theres a kind of man

That you sometimes meet

Worlds passing him by

On wing-ed feet

He walks around

With his senses numb

If you know him

Thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become

The kids all know him

'cause when they play

He comes and shoos

Them away

He’s irritated

By everyone

If you know him

Thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become

The friends he had

Are 'so-called' now

They all slipped

Away somehow

He’s had the blues

Much more than some

If you know him

Thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become

He won’t go to church

Cause his faiths all gone

The sweet singing of the choir

Will only drive him home

As for comfort

He hasn’t got a crumb

If you know him

Thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become

He won’t go to church

Its too loud for him now

The sweet singing of the choir

Is nothing but a row

His hearts a prune

When it once was a plum

If you know him

Thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become

If you know him

Thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become