You say I can, and I can't stand
I'll be a man when I grow up
Outlook deadpan, I'm in the pan
You raise the flames and I'm no fan
Bathe my soul in golden oil
I never handle chores
Lay the world down cold and coiled
I'm heading down I'm sore
I never had the nerve nor the courage
To simply speak my mind
It comes all out at once
From time to time
News when I land, I take a stand
I took the pulpit and I ran
You say I can, when I began
I knew the root would meet the end
Bathe my soul in golden oil
Letting go, I'm spoiled
Lay the world down cold and coiled
I'm heading down I'm sore
I never had the nerve nor the courage
To simply speak my mind
It comes all out at once
From time to time