Strawman The Revivalists

You think you’re pretty bright ‘cause mama called you son that don’t mean nothing
You got your bloody knuckles from breaking bricks with all your muscle it don’t mean nothing

Wasting so much energy
Searching for an enemy
To ease the doubt and keep your hand
You can’t knock it down like a strawman

Change my gear shift into drive
Stay awake while I’m alive
With good humor and a shoddy plan
I can set afire to my strawman

Hey you know things could always be easier
Hey but though we all complain
Even so watch out for meteors, meat-eaters, and other forms of wild game

Sold a millions diamonds but never gave up one that don’t mean nothing
You got your bloody nose from breaking bricks with all the girls it don’t mean nothing

Hey little Scotty why you on the loose you got your head and your shoulders and a good excuse
Excuse the dues freezing your plan you can knock it down like a strawman

Hey you know things could always be easier
Hey but though we all complain
Even so watch out for meteors, meat-eaters, and other forms of wild game