The Modern Man - Amelia Curran

If the working man has all the land and we have all the fun

Does it rain on everyone or am I dreaming

If I substitute the tried and true upon a razors edge

Only half what's in my head can I believe in

Does a sicker moon than bloom a thorne

For the modern man who rules the world

I walked the middle path of life before I placed my bets

Oh just like all the rest afraid of dying

We race to make the mark before the theater goes dark

And searching for a spark we dream we're flying

Does a sicker moon then bloom a thorne

For the modern man who rules the world

Oh come on down you songbirds

You are only singing to yourselves

Spectators of your silence

The mythologizes to a truth

Are you are you

Are you are you

Does a sicker moon than bloom a thorne

For the modern man who rules the world

Does a sicker moon than bloom a thorne

For the modern man who rules the world