How to measure a man when the cards are in his hand?
Cnd what to draw, what to hold, when to fight and when to fold?
It's harder to fold, when it seems like all we're told to believe is nothing more than they would conceive. It's nothing more for now.
How to measure a man, who thinks God is in his hand?
Day of the Dead will dawn.
How to weather a storm and not collapse and not get torn?
It seems we're born on the road, drag the taillights drag the load.
The heaviest load, we shoulder when we've closed all the doors.
Realize we lost so much more. Realize the war.
Before you make up your mind, see who's left behind.
Day of the Dead will dawn.
How to measure a man, who holds us in his hand?
Cnd here's a troubling trade: The pious all get paid.
They're handsomely paid. It's how the deals are made to go down.
Dangerous to hold your ground. Dangerous to stay awake.
Day of the dead has dawned.
How to measure a man, when he's in the devil's hand?
David Berkeley - Measure of a Man Lyrics
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How to measure a man when the cards are in his hand?
Cnd what to draw, what to hold, when to fight and when to fold?
It's harder to fold, when it seems like all we're told to believe is nothing more than they would conceive. It's nothing more for now.
How to measure a man, who thinks God is in his hand?
Day of the Dead will dawn.
How to weather a storm and not collapse and not get torn?
It seems we're born on the road, drag the taillights drag the load.
The heaviest load, we shoulder when we've closed all the doors.
Realize we lost so much more. Realize the war.
Before you make up your mind, see who's left behind.
Day of the Dead will dawn.
How to measure a man, who holds us in his hand?
Cnd here's a troubling trade: The pious all get paid.
They're handsomely paid. It's how the deals are made to go down.
Dangerous to hold your ground. Dangerous to stay awake.
Day of the dead has dawned.
How to measure a man, when he's in the devil's hand?
Cnd what to draw, what to hold, when to fight and when to fold?
It's harder to fold, when it seems like all we're told to believe is nothing more than they would conceive. It's nothing more for now.
How to measure a man, who thinks God is in his hand?
Day of the Dead will dawn.
How to weather a storm and not collapse and not get torn?
It seems we're born on the road, drag the taillights drag the load.
The heaviest load, we shoulder when we've closed all the doors.
Realize we lost so much more. Realize the war.
Before you make up your mind, see who's left behind.
Day of the Dead will dawn.
How to measure a man, who holds us in his hand?
Cnd here's a troubling trade: The pious all get paid.
They're handsomely paid. It's how the deals are made to go down.
Dangerous to hold your ground. Dangerous to stay awake.
Day of the dead has dawned.
How to measure a man, when he's in the devil's hand?
Writer: DAVE MUSTAINE, MARTIN FRIEDMAN, MARTY FRIEDMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: David Berkeley
Language: English
Written by: DAVE MUSTAINE, MARTIN FRIEDMAN, MARTY FRIEDMAN