Bob Vylan - Big Man lyrics
[Bob Vylan - Big Man lyrics]
Concrete hills filled with lavender
Careful, sniff too much and it'll damage ya
I saw a couple good men turn to scavengers
Knife out lights out, they turn ravenous
The crow lingers round itchy little fingers
Bees buzzing round cats waiting for a stinger
Piggies catch you with the poppy they
Might turn you to a singer
It's happened to a few once they
Put 'em through the ringer
Big man, big man
You're the king of this land
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Big man, king of his land
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Concrete hills filled with sheep
Grazing on the grass
I can get it quite cheap
Crickets in the garden make it
Hard to get to sleep
Looking through the curtain for
A chirping little thief
The bird hovers
Though farmers don't get bothered
In a strange way it makes
You feel a little honoured
To know they care enough to keep
Their beady eyes upon us
But one bad crop and we'll
All be fucking goners
Big man, big man
You're the king of this land
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Big man, king of his land
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Look at you, you think you know it all
You're so fucking smart
You don't know shit son
You don't know shit
One day you'll learn, one day you'll learn
Big man
Big man king of everything you see and touch
You're the ruler of this land but
This land don't amount to much
'Cause money [?] so you've seen
And done it all
You're a fool, you're a
Fool, you're a fool
I'm a fool
Careful, sniff too much and it'll damage ya
I saw a couple good men turn to scavengers
Knife out lights out, they turn ravenous
The crow lingers round itchy little fingers
Bees buzzing round cats waiting for a stinger
Piggies catch you with the poppy they
Might turn you to a singer
It's happened to a few once they
Put 'em through the ringer
Big man, big man
You're the king of this land
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Big man, king of his land
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Concrete hills filled with sheep
Grazing on the grass
I can get it quite cheap
Crickets in the garden make it
Hard to get to sleep
Looking through the curtain for
A chirping little thief
The bird hovers
Though farmers don't get bothered
In a strange way it makes
You feel a little honoured
To know they care enough to keep
Their beady eyes upon us
But one bad crop and we'll
All be fucking goners
Big man, big man
You're the king of this land
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Big man, king of his land
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Look at you, you think you know it all
You're so fucking smart
You don't know shit son
You don't know shit
One day you'll learn, one day you'll learn
Big man
Big man king of everything you see and touch
You're the ruler of this land but
This land don't amount to much
'Cause money [?] so you've seen
And done it all
You're a fool, you're a
Fool, you're a fool
I'm a fool
Text interpretation
Wonderful song! I am delighted!
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