Man Unkind Lyrics
Is growing old or dying youngThis earth is a grave, round and greenA tomb of sorrow which I've seenA massive field we wander throughGreat sky above vast and blueDeath may come in a day or twoWhether or not I'm false or true(CHORUS) (X2)Man, without an answerLike a bird with broken wingWrapped up in his miseryForgetting how to singStraight from the stretched out womb of sinThe horrid fire bombs will fallHere is hope for priests and preachersHere is heresy for allSo, man unkind will perishIn a final fiery blazeOr suffocate himself slowlyIn his smoggy yellow haze(CHORUS) (X4)The sun so sore from marchingTowards that receding westWhere pity no longer governsWith wisdom as his guestWill rise somewhere south of eastOur sun will rise in mourningWishing it could quench with tearsThe fields and skies all burning(CHORUS) (X2)
D.r.i Man Unkind
