The Hidden Cameras - Colour Of A Man lyrics

Colour of a man chiseled in stone Is the marker of a man ridded by woe It is the colour of a man stuck in his grey And the mood of his brood that he has painted on His face is painted on with pools of clay And the blood of an animal run astray He is the colour of a man who plays in sport And the wisdom of his words are simply taken on He covers me with ash and falls asleep I'm whispering the words that he has grown to love Words can have a way to pull the string A grunting of the "ifs" and "fs" and then the "oh" It is simpler when I think about being no more than one of his many trophies Than to live with a man who craves the cold And to be the one that has to ask for every dole Stone men stand as if they own the place The power that they lack it has been painted on Worshiping them is the only way Creating worth from ash that greys the every pore Is colouring the man with what he thinks he knows The colour is infectious like the na ne nee ne na nee oh I feel the weakness of his wishy-washy ways In the rhythm of his hips as he pretends to love And the heavy set of steps that stomp away Such that is the colour of a manimalninamimalnimanimalnimanimal