The Image Collector

Everybody's trying to find the natural man

The image collector with the clean white hand

The people's pure poet

Who knows that although it isn't easy he can show it

He just tells it like it is

Who is the man of the hour today?

Who's got the voodoo and who knows the way?

Who has all the papers, who keeps in touch?

Who's the brave outlaw, and what does he say?

Everybody's trying to find the natural man

The image collector with the clean white hands

The people's pure poet

Who knows that although it isn't easy hе can show it

And tell it like it is

Who's hung up on beauty and not on thе law?

Who loves life while seeing its flaw?

And why am I nervous with questions like this?

Perhaps it's because I know

I'd trade them all for a kiss

Everybody's trying to find the natural man

The image collector with the clean white hands

Everybody's trying to find the natural man

Everybody wants to love a natural man