WORDS

MAN OF THE HOUR

Now he’s really in the danger zone.

He’ll be hanging by the cord of his telephone.

Blood on my tongue, your lips beneath my feet.

My toes make tiny fists inside my crimson cleats.

 

Keep away from lights, away from windows too.

I can’t wait to slip you into heavy shoes.

I’ve crushed a thousand stoolies to get to the top.

Just a runner never knowing when the race will stop.

 

Oh...

So, bring me the head of the man of the hour.

Vengeance is sweet from an ivory tower.

Terminate the rat if there’s a trace of any doubt, 

‘cause I’m not the man your mothers warned you about.

 

Rinsing out my weekly sins in Sunday’s bowl.

What do you desire, Father? Anything at all.

Hold on to that breath forever. Look deep in my eyes.

Begging’s just a thing that happens when somebody dies.

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Say I’m a bad man. Say that I’m made of ice.

Say I’m a madman, but everyone is guilty once or twice.

I’ll keep it up till the jig is up, ‘cause it’s easy.

 

Now he’s really in the danger zone.

And I’m tearing up a life that’s not my own.

I’m going to stick it deeply. We’re going to make a deal.

The spiel is phony but the words are very real.

 

So, bring me the head of the man of the hour.

Vengeance is sweet from an ivory tower.

Terminate the rat if there’s a trace of any doubt, 

‘cause I’m not the man your mothers warned you about.

 

I’m not the man...

 

 

Nancy Hess - Bass

JVA - Acoustic and Electric guitars, Piano, Vocals

Gregg Williams - Drums and Percussion