Laments Of A Good Man

Laments Of A Good Man

Well you've got the kind of secret

That you can't afford to tell

So you gave it up to Jesus

But he's dragging you to hell

And you don't know what to make

Of all the darkness in your head

So you pray and then you cry

And then you work until you're dead

Now you've got the car, you've got the house

You've got the job, you've got the spouse

You hate your job, you hate your wife

There's nothing on TV tonight

You back is sore, your eyes are red

The voices screaming in your head

You went to see your doctor

This is what the doctor said:

It's so hard, it's so hard

It's so hard, to be a man

To be a good man

So hard, so hard

So hard, to be a man

To be a good man

So you take the children to the mall

And send them on their way

You can say your cash is fleeting

But you know you're gonna pay

When they get home they turn around

They're off to see their friends

And they'll smoke some pot

And god knows what, until the party ends

The wife is at the salon

Getting pretty for her man

But her tits are fake, and so's her tan

Her hips are taking all the care

You see her body in your bed

And still the voices in your head

You went to see your therapist

And this is all he said:

It's so hard, it's so hard

It's so hard, to be a man

To be a good man

It's so hard, it's so hard

It's so hard, to be a man

To be a good man

The weekend comes

You grab your clubs

You're off to play the links

So now's your chance to be yourself

With friends and cars and drinks

When you get home, you're all alone

The wife and kids are gone

Where you can get some thinking done

In a silent peaceful home

But on the kitchen table

There's a note from her that reads

"You're never home, I'm so alone

I'm taking everything"

You start to tremble then the tears

You haven't felt alive in years

You think your life is over

But it's really starting here