Big Man

Concrete hills filled with lavender Careful, sniff too much and it'll damage ya I saw a couple good men turn to scavengers Knife out lights out, they turn ravenous The crow lingers round itchy little fingers Bees buzzing round cats waiting for a stinger Piggies catch you with the poppy they might turn you to a singer It's happened to a few once they put 'em through the ringer Big man, big man, you're the king of this land Where are you going? Where are you going? Big man, king of his land Where are you going? Where are you going? Concrete hills filled with sheep Grazing on the grass, I can get it quite cheap Crickets in the garden make it hard to get to sleep Looking through the curtain for a chirping little thief The bird hovers, though farmers don't get bothered In a strange way it makes you feel a little honoured To know they care enough to keep their beady eyes upon us But one bad crop and we'll all be fucking goners Big man, big man, you're the king of this land Where are you going? Where are you going? Big man, king of his land Where are you going? Where are you going? Look at you, you think you know it all You're so fucking smart You don't know shit son, you don't know shit One day you'll learn, one day you'll learn Big man, big man king of everything you see and touch You're the ruler of this land but this land don't amount to much so you've seen and done it all You're a fool, you're a fool, you're a fool, I'm a fool