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Initials B.R. - Man Is Five (The Child Is the Father of the Man) Lyrics



Initials B.R. - Man Is Five (The Child Is the Father of the Man) Lyrics




What's the haps little man?
Little sun? Little sand?
Beach bumming on the edge of land?
Little limbs catch a little tan?
Freedom and the ease to laugh
Splashing where the waves crash
One finger on the hand stretched for
Every annual span you have

Grab a cup, fill it full
Stack em up, then improve
Towers and a wall and soon
Channels and a moat to loop
But in the center core you pushed
To dig the deepest hole you could
To send a friendly message through the globe
To all your Asian analogues

Silly goose, don't you know the
Earth's core's just an iron ball of
Molten metal lava that'll thaw to
Liquid ore any solid arm
If you knew a thing about geology
You wouldn't waste your time at all
Save your strength for something
Like the task we've set before you to resolve

But don't touch anything
Don't break anything
Don't add anything
Don't say anything
If there's an issue with it
Better get used to it kid
This is how it is
There's a lot of years that you've gotta live

Young man, what you gon' do?
Kick dirt 'til it grows food?
Live off land and turn wood?
Build a home with your own two?
Freedom in the leaves and grass?
It's greener than a lack of cash
Five fingers on the hand stretched for
Every annual span you have

Get a job. Learn the rules
Make a name then improve
Build a stack of checks and soon
Pay the rent and debt accrued
But shuttered in your room you gave
The words and music that your raised
The gravity to trebuchet
The listener away to outer space

Idiot, don't you know the
World turns on a pecking order
Oriented to the floor who best can
Navigate to working up the ladder?
If you knew a thing you'd saddle up
And get in line. What you think
Every man with a five iron
Drives arcs through the skylines?

Just do what I tell you
Just move when I let you
Just use what I sell you
Consume what you're meant to
If there's an issue with it
Better get used to it kid
This is how it is
There's a lot of years that you've gotta live

Man-made. Manhandled
Manifest. Manacle
Manage. Mangle
Mantra. Mandible
Mansuetude. Manic
Manqué. Manuscript
Manual. Manual

Handshake. Flat slap
Clenched fist. Strong grasp
Push off. Give dap
Come here. Stand back
Clapped palms. Tight squeeze
Restrain. Release
Manual. Manual
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What's the haps little man?
Little sun? Little sand?
Beach bumming on the edge of land?
Little limbs catch a little tan?
Freedom and the ease to laugh
Splashing where the waves crash
One finger on the hand stretched for
Every annual span you have

Grab a cup, fill it full
Stack em up, then improve
Towers and a wall and soon
Channels and a moat to loop
But in the center core you pushed
To dig the deepest hole you could
To send a friendly message through the globe
To all your Asian analogues

Silly goose, don't you know the
Earth's core's just an iron ball of
Molten metal lava that'll thaw to
Liquid ore any solid arm
If you knew a thing about geology
You wouldn't waste your time at all
Save your strength for something
Like the task we've set before you to resolve

But don't touch anything
Don't break anything
Don't add anything
Don't say anything
If there's an issue with it
Better get used to it kid
This is how it is
There's a lot of years that you've gotta live

Young man, what you gon' do?
Kick dirt 'til it grows food?
Live off land and turn wood?
Build a home with your own two?
Freedom in the leaves and grass?
It's greener than a lack of cash
Five fingers on the hand stretched for
Every annual span you have

Get a job. Learn the rules
Make a name then improve
Build a stack of checks and soon
Pay the rent and debt accrued
But shuttered in your room you gave
The words and music that your raised
The gravity to trebuchet
The listener away to outer space

Idiot, don't you know the
World turns on a pecking order
Oriented to the floor who best can
Navigate to working up the ladder?
If you knew a thing you'd saddle up
And get in line. What you think
Every man with a five iron
Drives arcs through the skylines?

Just do what I tell you
Just move when I let you
Just use what I sell you
Consume what you're meant to
If there's an issue with it
Better get used to it kid
This is how it is
There's a lot of years that you've gotta live

Man-made. Manhandled
Manifest. Manacle
Manage. Mangle
Mantra. Mandible
Mansuetude. Manic
Manqué. Manuscript
Manual. Manual

Handshake. Flat slap
Clenched fist. Strong grasp
Push off. Give dap
Come here. Stand back
Clapped palms. Tight squeeze
Restrain. Release
Manual. Manual
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Writer: Luke Kirkland
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