Spock’s Beard - The Man You're Afraid You Are lyrics
[Spock’s Beard - The Man You're Afraid You Are lyrics]
The person you're afraid you are
You can never let them see
You have to work so hard
To make it look so easy
You've been trying to be who you're not
For so long you almost forgot
You're not your identity you've got eternity
The man you're afraid you are
He's got your house, your clothes your car
He's in your bathrobe on your front lawn
With a fistful of pills and
Your prints on the gun
He's got a sniper rifle on the water tower
And he always calls at the dinner hour
Put it down and turn around
We'll pretend we didn't see
Please don't make that whining sound
You're gonna turn out to be
The man you're afraid you are
You're not your house, your clothes, your car
You're not the darkness in your heart
Degradation or exaltation
Some expectation of precipitation
Fallin' from my eye
Some explanation of exploitation
Has been gestatin' for quite some time
The person you're afraid you are
Swung down from his funky tree
He's got his drink and his cigar
In your Cadillac's back seat
The person you're afraid you are
In his boat upon the sea
He's drifted out a bit too far
He might not be back for tea
You can never let them see
You have to work so hard
To make it look so easy
You've been trying to be who you're not
For so long you almost forgot
You're not your identity you've got eternity
The man you're afraid you are
He's got your house, your clothes your car
He's in your bathrobe on your front lawn
With a fistful of pills and
Your prints on the gun
He's got a sniper rifle on the water tower
And he always calls at the dinner hour
Put it down and turn around
We'll pretend we didn't see
Please don't make that whining sound
You're gonna turn out to be
The man you're afraid you are
You're not your house, your clothes, your car
You're not the darkness in your heart
Degradation or exaltation
Some expectation of precipitation
Fallin' from my eye
Some explanation of exploitation
Has been gestatin' for quite some time
The person you're afraid you are
Swung down from his funky tree
He's got his drink and his cigar
In your Cadillac's back seat
The person you're afraid you are
In his boat upon the sea
He's drifted out a bit too far
He might not be back for tea