David Keenan Matchbox
Those simple things that you passed down
You held them close in your past now
An envelope yellow with sunlight
You spread the contents neatly down upon your bedside
A bed and slippered night or two
A name badge from some job you used to do
A lifetime spread before your eyes
Kneel and you pray in a door in the sky
Please tell me what son makes you more than just a man
Please tell me what son makes you more than just a man
Yeah, won't you tell me what son makes you more than just a man
Tell me
Your frame of mind ever grind to a halt?
I couldn't fault
You take life with a pinch of salt
The noisy neighbors
The mixers and the laborers
Have lay down their tools
For the hands of Absolom
Raise an eruption(?)
Smash and reduction(?)
Catches your eye
Sets you up for the night
And you're gone floating from my sight
I tell them all
It give me such a fright
That's no lie. Thats no lie
Please tell me what son makes you more than just a man
Please tell me what son makes you more than just a man
Yeah, won't you tell me what son makes you more than just a man
Tell me what makes you more than just a man
Well, tell me, tell me what makes you more than just a man
Yeah, just a man Yeah, just a man
Tell me what makes you more than just a man
What makes you more than just a man
What sets you apart from the crowd kid?
What makes you more, what makes you more than just a man?
Be brave or be enslaved
Be brave or be enslaved
Be brave or be enslaved
Be brave or be enslaved
What makes you more than just a man?
What is your plan?
