Do You

Hey, you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say, “How’s it goin’ ma’am?”
But you’re never quite clear if their glares are sincere or really only just second hand
To you it’s all roses, it’s a lavender haze
The man is a marvel, it’s a shame about his brains
But that’s OK, you say, “He’s got straight teeth and it’s good sex”

You look to the sky, you look to the man
You claim innocence and not to understand
Or do you?
Or do you?

There’s a big man wearin’ a white suit and patent leather shoes
He wants to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo
’Cause the gypsy on the corner said, “Hey, Mister, you can’t lose”
And it’s your first day at the track, you feel that heat on your back
We all wanna find a way to beat the system, find some rhythm in the madness

Get down on your knees and pray
Say, “I’ll do whatever you want, God
Just let me have my way”
Well, will you?
Will you?

Come on all you merry men, rally your cry
Dance with devil for tomorrow we’ll surely
Hey, hey, blow the men down

You with all your cigarettes and cool stares filled with blank glares and loaded regrets
Just like the girls today with nothin’ to say, no more pigtails and pony rides
They’re sophisticated, they sip on lattes and have their eyes on a bigger prize

We shake our fists and say, “Well, good golly, we are mad
That God kills children with our very own hands”
We claim innocence and not to understand
Or do we?
Or do we?

Come on all you merry men, rally your cry
Dance with devil for tomorrow we’ll surely
Hey, hey, blow the men down
We’ll blow the men down

Hey