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Youâre a hungry man
Like the pacing curs down on the street
Itâs more than you can stand
Every small defeat
When you earn a silver dime
Theyâll call you a lucky man
But you made every kill
With your two bloody hands
Donât look back now
Youâre nearly home
A self-made man
Of blood and bone
Youâre a haunted man
Like the swaying gallows blown in the breeze
The things your heart demands
You will never please
When you break a couple of bones
They call you a ruthless man
But you dug the holes alone
With two bloody hands
Donât look back now
Youâre nearly home
A self-made man
Of blood and boneâ¦
Donât look back now
Youâre nearly gone
Out in the black
Youâre on your ownâ¦
Who will love your self-made man?
Who could love yourself?
Youâre a violent dog
Like the death squad boys down in Brazil
A hard-boiled blackened heart
Got to have itâs thrill
The trust of your fellow man
Is an easy thing to steal
When you force them to play their hand
By their own free will
Donât look back now
Youâre nearly home
A self-made man
Of blood and boneâ¦
Donât look back now
Youâre nearly gone
Out in the black
Youâre on your ownâ¦
Who will love your self-made man?
Who could love yourself?
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