| He left me alone completely
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| For once I slept deeply
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| And for this, I thank The Father
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| But I gotta tell you something that you don’t wanna hear
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| It’s the truth and that’s never easy to hear
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| But my new man, well… he ain’t that bad
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| And let me explain to you why…
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| I do what I want
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| And I do what I like
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| Left my hometown
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| To lie about what no one saw
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| But I soon found out
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| I can’t expand on my own theme
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| I needed a partner
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| To creep in and feel his stead
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| Life made no sense without a beating, you see?
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| And life was just too quiet
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| Without no one screaming at me
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| And then the incidental boogie
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| Grabbed a hold of me
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| And I got myself a real man
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| Who don’t hit that hard
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| So I can still work at my job
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| But I wonder what this incidental boogie
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| Is really doing for me
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| Cos I’m no closer to free
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| I still do what I want
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| And I still do what I like
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| But now, I got this man to show me that I’m all wrong
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| He hits me left, he hits me right
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| All the time, but no marks
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| No marks, no evidence to see
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| Don’t you know these days I feel so lucky?
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| To be brutalized means you don’t have to think
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| And life is easy when there is only pain to compete
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| Life is easy
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| But I wonder what this incidental boogie
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| Is really doing for me
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| Cos I’m no closer to free |