Man Graves (Masculine Caskets)

We're praying for a hero who can take pure air and sell it
No blisters or bruises or straining your back
Sit on your ass and take all the credit

You are not what we want or what we need
You are not what we want or what we need
You're a coward like me

The pace of a slug with foie gras ethics
A big beefy stud, who lusts after blood
Can sleep like a baby after kicking your head in

You are not what we want or what we need
You are not what we want or what we need
I can smell self doubt before you open your mouth
You reek of apologies
You are not what we want or what wе need

No bending, no lifting, not tension
Piss on the doormat and don't makе a mention
Are you a coward like me?
Polished and privileged and pensioned
Jacks off to bumfights criterion collection
Are you a coward like me?