Modern Man - Dead Horses

Show me sentiment

Show me heaven sent

Show me fields of harvest blue

Show me a monster as our highest hand

He’s a puppet too

He’s a puppet too

Show me blasphemy

Modern government

Where the weakest hand is your own

Where the modern man is a factory

And the lazy boy his throne

And the funny thing is he don’t even know

My pain it doesn’t go away

It grows distant

In the morning we woke up and strolled around the mission

I couldn’t sleep last night

I just kept thinking about the clocks in my grandmother’s kitchen

About the woman down in Nashville soaked to her bone

Now I’m walking around San Fran like everything is gold

Show me the moment when I don’t give a fuck

Love is love, and love is enough

Show me the moment when I’m in ecstasy

Sacred knowing, love is all we need

Love is all we need