Modern Man - Mandolin Orange

The modern man is he who pulls himself away

From the screen, free from mainstream

He’s seen it all before, when forced to face a modern door

He reaches for his Tylenol and water

Water, clean water

That’s all he needs, yeah, free from mainstream

His drink is filled before, when forced to stomach one else more

He turns around and searches for

His pillow and his mattress and his quiet little room

Tries to sleep, yeah, deep in his dreams

Modern man doesn’t need reality, he’d rather

Shoot at the moon, though he knows that it won’t fall, no matter how

Many holes

That he may try to claim

Such an honest man, who fires away

At nothing in particular, simply because testicular motives seek

Yeah, to roam free in the scene

His lust controls it all, when forced to face another wall

He turns and lights his last menthol and drags it all

Till the whole damn thing is gone, no matter how

Many holes

In his lungs may come to be

Such and honest man, and honest way

To kill off all the little things, smoke 'em out, and fire away at life

Yeah, don’t be shy, be obscene

Go turn your head and smile, you’ll soon be gone in quite a while

And make more room for one new pile of skin

And bones