“Hey!”

I’m singing songs of society, defacing liberty
And all the things that mean to me
…The things that mean to me

Something deep and fiery, providing sympathy
For things all the things I’ll never see
…I’ll never get to see

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Oh oh oh oh oh I’m feeding all the cannibals
Oh oh oh oh oh I’m watching all the animals

“Hey!”

I've taken pills for anxiety, at night they've shaken me
Resulting in a drinking spree
…Into a drinking spree

Another week of earning keep, submerging way to deep
I'm open-eyed while counting sheep
…I’m always losing sleep

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I’m writing songs that are cynical, and bordering critical
Of those who fill the cup too full
…They fill my cup too full

Engaging thoughts of criminals…I'm watching animals
Behind a mic subliminal…

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I’m just sitting here watching all the cars go by
Always thinking how we don’t see eye to eye
No no no

Something tells me I’m in something good
Despite my wordly advice
Engaging the hippie neighborhood
Laughing at their demise

Plastic people sitting at their desks
A generation of stones
Mine were rolling in it to their necks
Only to pick through our bones?

Downloading this and overloading that
Standing patiently in line!
She doesn’t hear me whisper at her back
She’s born of forever-wasted minds

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Born of forever wasted minds among us
Forever born

Spend my money on the beer and the honey
But by honey I don’t mean in my bed
Takin' it easy on the street with the sleezy
And the line-up waiting to be fed
Bendin’ on Rover on down by the river
In the grass where I lay my head
Breathin’ through my hand while a rock ‘n roll band
Writes songs while smokin’ up the can
… smokin’ up the can
CHORUS:
Whoa…whoa…My name is the Sutherland Man
Whoa…whoa…No I ain’t warmin’ up my hands

I ain't into needles ‘cuz my hands don't feel
Lost my fingers from sleepin' in the cold
And the lady with a basket couldn't pay for her casket
Laid out in the street so I’ve been told
Then Adrienne said how bout a Frosty instead
Of nice little lady t'save his soul
Twenty long years on a bench full of tears
Yet my breath smells fresher than it should
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The boys are chummy when the skies are sunny
And the bank door is everbody's can
Stagger over Higgins 'cuz he ain't got a reason
For the living of the common day man

Sippin' on a coffee and a muffin that he bought me
Cuz I made nothin’ handling the pan
And he started laughin' over all my wise-crackin'
Then he put a toonie in my one-good hand