Leader Of Men
Tell your friends not to think aloudUntil they swallowWhisper things into my brainYour voice sounds so hollowI am not a leader of menSince I prefer to followDo you think I could have a drinkSince it's so hard to swallowSo hard to swallow
So turn the television offand I will sing a songAnd if you suddenly have the urgeYou can sing along
I touch your hand, I touch your faceI think the fruit is rottenGive me lessons on how to breathe'cause I think I've forgottenI think I've forgotten
One day, up to a cliffThat overlooks the waterI jumped in to save a girlIt was somebody's daughterAnd now the ring that's on my handIt was given to me by herAnd to this day we all sit aroundAnd dream of ways to get higherTo get much higher