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Friday, September 6, 2013

Fear the man who don't give a f***

I love that this song works in the tradition of the Murder Ballad (a quite jolly sounding one, too) and as a warning for punishing innocent people (a theme of Contrary) AND as a warning to the US in it's relentless efforts to police the world.

                         Fear the Man
                    from the album Contrary


I had a hundred dollars in my wallet
Had a 6-shooter 25 in my pocket
Every bone in my body said, You’re out of luck
Every synapse in my brain fired, I don’t give a fuck

Chorus:
You don’t need to fear a tough talkin’ man
He’s just tryin’ to bluff you any way he can
Fear this, you can bet your last buck
Fear the man who don’t give a fuck

I had a hundred dollars and a lot of gall
He was a rich man bettin’ it all
I kept winnin’, he kept grinnin’
But his mind was not on poker at all

Chorus:
You don’t need to fear a tough talkin’ man
He’s just tryin’ to bluff you any way he can
Fear this, and you can bet your last buck
Fear the man who don’t give a fuck

He kept raisin’ the ante, I kept rakin’ it in
When I noticed a smile had replaced his grin
I looked him close right in the eye
He looked somewhere over my shoulder

I knew from his eyes what was in his head
In his mind I was lying there dead
His right hand went under the table
By the time he’d touched his gun I had done what I was able

Chorus:
Well you don’t need to fear a tough talkin’ man
He’s just tryin’ to bluff you any way he can
Fear this, you can bet your last buck
Fear the man who don’t give a fuck

I leaned over his body, looked him in the eye
He looked somewhere over my shoulder
I left his gun, I took his wallet
It contained a small fortune I’d have to call it

Instrumental break

Chorus:
Hell, you don’t have to fear a tough talkin’ man
He’s just tryin’ to bluff you any way he can
Fear this, you can bet your last buck
Fear the man who don’t give a fuck

I left it all except for the cash
Put it in my pocket where I keep my stash
I took care of the fingerprint mess
Nobody ever knew I was at that address

Chorus:
You don’t have to fear a tough talkin’ man
He’s just tryin’ to bluff you any way he can
Fear this, and you can bet your last buck
Fear the man who don’t give a fuck

Why in the world would you run a man down
With disdain and contempt actin’ like he’s a clown
You think you’re dominating while you mire him in the muck
You’re creating a man who don’t give a fuck
You’re creating a man who don’t give a fuck
You’re creating the man who don’t give a fuck


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