Hawk vs. Prez by The Paranoid Style Lyrics
Ain't it a shame when the summer turns to fall?
And then the fall turns to winter and then everything's dead?
Did you treat the servants shamefully?
Did you deprive them of dignity?
Did you deprive them of bread?
Born in Woodville, Mississippi to Willis Handy Young
But the house of my father is no marketplace
There is no marketing to be done
In the gatefolds of the night
For the shame of doing right
For a person in my position
Don't need your mercy or your permission
Full speed ahead
Hawk vs. Prez
I turned states then I turned red
Hawk vs. Prez
No word from McDreamy
Guess they've gone to the other side
Candy box fiction, subtle contradiction, monologues and asides
It don't bother me how anyone makes their silver
I try to spend a little time on my knees everyday
Life does not exist in an abundance of billfold, but it sure does hit like a falling safe
It was well lit for a flophouse
But you know how these things go
Consider the ravens who do not sow or reap
But heaven knows that they'll still eat
Full speed ahead
Hawk vs. Prez
It seems to me you were the president before I was the president
Hawk vs. Prez
Hell on high water
Enforce the court martial
And I looked like something they dragged out of a lake
Pork pies and ballads
And all the latest crazes
They said, "Alienation is for the rich"
They said, "Alienation is all the rage!"
Ain't it just grand when you stop growing old?
And the noise just ends and you're restored to the ground?
Was it all a vision or a waking dream?
Did you play it real cool the day you had to leave town?
You were running to the limit
And you were chasing every breath
I glimpsed you in the evergreens
I don't think that you saw me, but I heard what you said
It was painful at the time
It was plaintive, it was wry
Call it a sermon on the mount:
"These guys love to come in, but they hate to go out"
Full speed ahead
Hawk vs. Prez
It seems to me I was the president before you were the president
Hawk vs. Prez
And then the fall turns to winter and then everything's dead?
Did you treat the servants shamefully?
Did you deprive them of dignity?
Did you deprive them of bread?
Born in Woodville, Mississippi to Willis Handy Young
But the house of my father is no marketplace
There is no marketing to be done
In the gatefolds of the night
For the shame of doing right
For a person in my position
Don't need your mercy or your permission
Full speed ahead
Hawk vs. Prez
I turned states then I turned red
Hawk vs. Prez
No word from McDreamy
Guess they've gone to the other side
Candy box fiction, subtle contradiction, monologues and asides
It don't bother me how anyone makes their silver
I try to spend a little time on my knees everyday
Life does not exist in an abundance of billfold, but it sure does hit like a falling safe
It was well lit for a flophouse
But you know how these things go
Consider the ravens who do not sow or reap
But heaven knows that they'll still eat
Full speed ahead
Hawk vs. Prez
It seems to me you were the president before I was the president
Hawk vs. Prez
Hell on high water
Enforce the court martial
And I looked like something they dragged out of a lake
Pork pies and ballads
And all the latest crazes
They said, "Alienation is for the rich"
They said, "Alienation is all the rage!"
Ain't it just grand when you stop growing old?
And the noise just ends and you're restored to the ground?
Was it all a vision or a waking dream?
Did you play it real cool the day you had to leave town?
You were running to the limit
And you were chasing every breath
I glimpsed you in the evergreens
I don't think that you saw me, but I heard what you said
It was painful at the time
It was plaintive, it was wry
Call it a sermon on the mount:
"These guys love to come in, but they hate to go out"
Full speed ahead
Hawk vs. Prez
It seems to me I was the president before you were the president
Hawk vs. Prez