Ken Mode Feathers & Lips Lyrics

I'll never understand that old butcher mentality:
The warrior, the brave, the hero
Bully, coward
I'm filled with this overwhelming instinct that I can break you:
Shredded ligaments, bone by bone by bone

C'mon rough-rider, you want to hurt me, so bad?
You're just a mouth piece for cruelty and greed;
Always the perfect "man"

A malice of forethought - there are strength in lies
Too many terrible things, but no, I will not yield

Let's document a moment that never happened Just look at him admiring his excess
Intensely pointless unhappiness
And that wasn't a rhetorical question, that was bait
A collection of weaknesses; conditioned unfurling hate

A malice of forethought - there are strength in lies
Too many terrible things, but no, I will not yield

No one is laughing clown
No one is laughing clown
Religious zealot, fundamentalist radical
No one is laughing clown

Oh, a furious breed