Do You

Hey, you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say "How's it going Ma'sm." But your never quire clear if their glares are sincere or really only just secondhand To you it's all roses it's a lavender haze The man is a marvel, but it's a shame about his brains But that's okay you say, "He's got straight teeth, and it's good sex." You look to the sky you look to the man You claim innocence and not to understand Or do you Do you? There's a big man wearing a white suit and patent leather shoes He wants to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo 'Cause the gypsy at the corner said "Hey, mister, you can't lose." And it's your first day on the track you feel that heat on your back We all want to find a way to beat the system Find some rhythm in the madness Get down on your knees and pray Say, "I'll do whatever you want, God Just let me have my way." Or will you Will you? Bridge Come on all you married men, rattle your cry Dance with the devil for tomorrow will surely Hey, hey, blow the men down You with all your cigarettes and cool stares Filled with blank glares and loaded regrets Just like the girls today with nothing to say No more pigtails and pony rides They're sophisticated, they sip on lattes And have their eyes on a bigger prize We shake our fists and say, Well good golly we're mad, That God would kill children with our very own hands." We claim innocence and not to understand Or do we Do we? Bridge Come on all you married men, rattle your cry Dance with the devil for tomorrow will surely Hey, hey, blow the men down Blow the men down Hey