Momus - The Man on Your Street lyrics

Now at last I've mastered
This business of living
Though I've lost my self-respect
Along the way
(For worms like me a small price to pay)

Ambition was the road I sent my cars down
Full of application forms and guns
I scooped up what no-one else would stoop to
I turned men to methods one by one

Then again they loved me like a father
Then again I sheltered them from choice
(They were speechless so I used their voice)

In my extensive garden sheltered from the
World I've made my faithful
Wife and daughter sit on benches
In the rain awaiting
Me And although I've given them
No special incentive their one
Pursuit and hobby is to reflect credit on me

Now the world's at the end of my tether
In a last ditch bid to get it together
I wake my wife in the night
And ask her is our life right?
But as her tired voice cracks
And she starts to pretend
I find myself at my own receiving end

Disappointment crowns my years like grey hair
And I've taught the world my point of view
(It's in the saddest part of you)

Better men than me have lost their freedom
When my measures made them lose their cool
Prizing head and heart will get you nowhere
When your word commands a ship of fools

Then again I've bred respect for virtue
Then again I've set the terms for vice
(My laws are simple and concise)

I arrange for my ivy green limousine
To break down amongst holly trees
And seize a command performance from
My beautiful daughter And as
I commit this unnatural act by the
Shores of Lake Geneva I
Contemplate the fact that blood is
Much sexier than water

Now the world's at the end of my tether
In a last ditch bid to get it together
I appoint Maria the queen
Of my happy office harem
But as I smell the fear
In the memos she sends
I find myself at my own receiving end

After all I'm just the man on your street
In my cups I'm raking in my cut
(It's a never-ending glut)
When I'm patching up my reputation
I confess a simple man's misdeeds
For the body in this robe of office
Shares it's skin with everything that bleeds
Then again these powers have been my weakness
Then again I may not live for long
(While you think you need me I'll be strong)

In the darkness of this hat I
Keep my head in ever-accelerating
Trains of thought are giving me
A whale of time and as I mint the tin
Gods that will succeed me
I cross your outstretched sweating
Palm with my portrait metal and sublime

Now the world's at the end of my tether
In a last ditch bid to get it together
I remember my citizen's rights
And call for professional advice
But as the cold phone croaks
'Can I help you my friend?'
I find myself at my own receiving end