The Made Man's Manifesto - The Legendary Pink Dots

Times past, you’d waive your standards

Wave a lantern, tow the line

I’m stretched wide in holy sandals

Mine’s yours and yours is mine

They’d take the freezer, break your bed, throw you a bag with a hole for your

head

Did it feel any better out there in the shed?

Recalling messiahs that wound up dead

They’re taking my friend

The king of the hill with a dog at the gates and a licence to kill smile for

the camera

Down this pill you’re twice as impressive when you stand still

They’re marching in rags beriddled with fleas

That will feed on you, yes

While you still bleed

You just gonna lie there?

Now get on that steed

In the end they’ll respect you.

See?

The judge will make signs the jury will nod

«It's the right of the free man to keep what he’s got

You can’t it with you, it’s sad, but amen —

If you can’t take it with you, take some of them.»

You can stop counting…

Number one

You can stop counting…

Leave the crumbs

You can stop…

There’s cans on the shelf

Remember the future takes care of itself