All the Mannequin Men in their honky-tonk drab Parading around the concrete, hailing all the cabs All going nowhere, going there fast Drop fire in the engine, burn up the gas Tattooed in their skin, says “all men sin” A maxim to live by for those messy Mannequin Men All the Mannequin Men from their head to their toe Don’t think about a thing, it’s wake up and go Got to climb a mountain, by 5 o’clock sharp Got bodies to bury, use the flag as a tarp When they get home, it’s “where have you been?” “Puttin’ in work,” says those Mannequin Men The Mannequin Men all like the same things Money and diamonds and other shiny things Putting profits in pockets regardless of cost If money was won, what does it matter what’s lost? Think so or not, money rules the land So money is power says the Mannequin Men All those Mannequin Men and their business card holders Cry out in tandem, “Everyone’s a stockholder!” Excuses for the hypocrite, desires burn eternal “Deadly Appearel of Destruction” and other thoughts infernal Do it all quick, quick as you can Never quick enough for the Mannaquin Men Every Mannequin Man, every factory in the East Toiling off conveyor belt, the hands of Henry Ford’s beast Some things can be different, some people can care Care, Care will be their destruction, corruption’s in the air I just don’t get it, help me to understand They laugh in my face, they laugh those Mannaquin Men The Mannequin Man is the one over there Hard to see, no matter how long you stare Is he alive? Can you call that living? He gives a blind-eye to the vagrants, if you can call that giving Days are numbered, the timer’s out of sand So what happens next? Is that the end? The end of the Mannequin Man?
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