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[ music: John Lombardo / lyrics: Natalie Merchant ] <br /><br />why are some men born <br />with minds that earn degrees <br />the loving cups <br />gilded plaques <br />grace their study walls <br />hide the cracks <br />while their genius is turned <br />to works of tyranny then <br />off to market to market <br />go selling these <br /><br />with words so fiery and persuasive <br />they steal cunningly <br />riches no one can exceed <br /><br />and why are some men born <br />with a fate of poverty <br />one firm bed <br />for a swollen back <br />year by year <br />the bodies wracked while <br />their obedience is had <br />with gradual defeat <br />by the pace by the pace <br />and the urgency <br /><br />through a muddled thought <br />they phrase it <br />God knows we're deceived <br />barter for <br />what they need <br /><br />and where they go <br />disdain and jeering <br />for fools to call <br />the noble peasantry <br /><br />o how it puzzles me <br /><br />I pressed flat the accordion pleats <br />that had gathered in his cotton sleeves <br />while he thumbed <br />yes thumbed I wouldn't say caressed <br /><br />the final piece <br />a mountain's crest <br />soon to reply assuredly <br /><br />o for man aged ninety years <br />no words to waste on sermons <br />he'd be pleased to answer <br />short and sincere <br /><br />girl there's a nonsense <br />in all these heaven measures <br />it's a heathen creed <br />so your grandma says <br />but better to live by... <br />drink it all in before it's dry <br /><br />he ended there with a rattle <br />cough cough <br />I took away the long gone cold coffee cup <br />as a trail of Camel ashes fell <br />on the floor

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[ music: John Lombardo / lyrics: Natalie Merchant ] <br /><br />why are some men born <br />with minds that earn degrees <br />the loving cups <br />gilded plaques <br />grace their study walls <br />hide the cracks <br />while their genius is turned <br />to works of tyranny then <br />off to market to market <br />go selling these <br /><br />with words so fiery and persuasive <br />they steal cunningly <br />riches no one can exceed <br /><br />and why are some men born <br />with a fate of poverty <br />one firm bed <br />for a swollen back <br />year by year <br />the bodies wracked while <br />their obedience is had <br />with gradual defeat <br />by the pace by the pace <br />and the urgency <br /><br />through a muddled thought <br />they phrase it <br />God knows we're deceived <br />barter for <br />what they need <br /><br />and where they go <br />disdain and jeering <br />for fools to call <br />the noble peasantry <br /><br />o how it puzzles me <br /><br />I pressed flat the accordion pleats <br />that had gathered in his cotton sleeves <br />while he thumbed <br />yes thumbed I wouldn't say caressed <br /><br />the final piece <br />a mountain's crest <br />soon to reply assuredly <br /><br />o for man aged ninety years <br />no words to waste on sermons <br />he'd be pleased to answer <br />short and sincere <br /><br />girl there's a nonsense <br />in all these heaven measures <br />it's a heathen creed <br />so your grandma says <br />but better to live by... <br />drink it all in before it's dry <br /><br />he ended there with a rattle <br />cough cough <br />I took away the long gone cold coffee cup <br />as a trail of Camel ashes fell <br />on the floor