Nobody’s Man

NOBODY’S MAN

 

Beneath the trees of the casbah
Beneath the roots of those trees
On the casket floor, on the casket floor
The bottom of me feels so complete

And around my childhood museums
There stand Chinese guards
One of them has a bell, one of them has a bell
That he rings when I come to close or leave too far

You might say that it’s reckless
You might say that it’s wild
But I’d rather be nobody’s man than somebody’s child

Now there’s splinters in my fingers
And there’s Portland cement in my lungs
I got a hammer and a cough, I got a hammer and a cough
And all of my friends speak in foreign tongues

There’s an ugliness grown up inside me
From where it has come I don’t know
I left my sweetness beside, my sweetness beside
That girl I goodbye’d long ago

They might find my body at the bottom of the pile
But I’d rather be nobody’s man than somebody’s child

Such plans they have, such gods they have
Deep in this nation of heat
We’ve been outdone again, we’ve been outdone again
And all of my friends they walk on their feet

And a congress of jackals will put a tax on my smile
But I’d rather be nobody’s man than somebody’s child

I might move to Las Vegas live there for a while
But I’d rather be nobody’s man than somebody’s child

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