Man O' the Year

For the last twenty years
She was sure and just waiting to leave
She would shake in her sleep
And over and over repeat
There’s plenty of time to bury
To bury what you don’t want the sun to see
What he won’t know he won’t believe
Then he’ll see a family
In the dirt of the earth of the reasons
For a young man to feel
There’s a maze of arrangemets between trust
And the desire to steal
And there’s plenty of time to carry
He carries what they don’t want the sun to see
They just want their son to be man o' the year
Oh, mother
Father