| I’m making hardcore moves
|
| Give me that fucking microphone
|
| Unless the weather improves
|
| I’ll drift along in a sea of known unknowns
|
| Shuffling my papers and my salivary glands
|
| The whole world a stage and I’m on stage
|
| I got the whole world in my hands
|
| But I’m a quiet man, I’m such a quiet man
|
| Camera-shy and pee-shy
|
| The furthest thing from inspiring
|
| What a glorious feeling to be standing here amongst all of you
|
| I only wish my mama could’ve been here to see me up here tonight
|
| I never house an animal
|
| Without thinking of its needs
|
| I never create a manimal
|
| Without understanding how it bleeds
|
| But I’m a quiet man
|
| A peaceful honest human man
|
| I much prefer to remain mute
|
| I really don’t have much to say
|
| And I don’t know what you think I saw up there tonight but
|
| Let me assure you that mum’s the word
|
| I’m not gonna go trying to be a hero like Bobby and safety oversight
|
| And go saying things I shouldn’t say, no siree
|
| And I know he would like to say a few words here tonight but
|
| The Government had him killed
|
| And I see his lovely wife-widow, Janice here tonight
|
| She’s got a long difficult road ahead of her now
|
| Let’s tell her how we’ll always be there for her
|
| And buy her a gin and tonic at the cash bar with a twist of lime
|
| If you don’t get a little choked up just thinking about all that
|
| Well then you ain’t got a soul, buddy
|
| Oh and by the way
|
| It don’t take debonair or class
|
| To make your mark in oil and gas
|
| Just learn to look the other way
|
| And it will all be okay
|
| I swear it’ll be okay |