Hunters & Collectors Yes Man
Here comes the psycho with the megaphone now
He's gonna tell you what your hanging out to hear
He's ? brings tears to your eyes
He's got an attitude that's totally sincere, sincere
He's right there waiting for the wheels to fall off
Working up a sweat to set you free
Feeding off the fear you feel like a parasite
Clinging to a dieing tree
Call it a labour of love
Yes man
Yes man
Yes man
You're just like hunted donkey's (?) sitting on a wall
Soon to be a bag of broken bones
He's just waiting now for you to fall
So he can drag evidence (?) of you back home
Oh you can't match his powers of concentration
He's a, all worded to be hold
In mood but just a thing of flesh and blood
But his ego is worth it's weight in gold
Oh yes
Yes man
Call it a labour of love
Yes man
Yes man
Yes man
Yes man
