Gentle Man - Tasseomancy

What can I say but the

Cards are stacked against him

He’s not even 21

And already he’s a weapon

And what can we do

But just wait for his sad ending

If he plays his cards right he could

Get off while pretending

He’s not good enough to move me

He’s not good enough to move me

Gentle man

A gentle man

A gentle man

Who pours the coffee

He can try to get his soul free

But they’ll still come claim the body

He’s not good enough to move me

He’s not good enough to move me

What can we do

But just keep the baby separate

One will raise with love and fear

And the other will neglect it

And when she grows up

She will fear the people passing

And as he gets older

He will take them never asking

He’s not good enough to move me

He’s not good enough to move me

A gentle man

A gentle man

A gentle man

Who rots in prison

He can try to get his soul free

But he knows we’ll never listen

He’s not good enough to move me

He’s not good enough to move me

He’s not good enough to move me

He’s not good enough to move me