Speakeasy - To Make a Man Lyrics

A seven-rayed penumbra round a glass
Melody and malady askew
Through a window pane
A bed of broken things and you
I think that I could stay a while and
Strip me bare
Go take my gown
Bind my hands and
Rob my crown
There will never be a soul around
To ever make a man of me
String me up and
Whip me bare
Shave me down go
Cut my hair
You could rake me
Through the coals I swear
But you'll never make a man of me
Mercy to the dreams
Washed down by the streams
Carried by the currents
To the sea
To whom I owe thanks
For they've forced me to the banks
Where it's barren
But my hands may run free
You could force me to the flame
I'm a furnace
Parade me through the streets
I deserve it
Put your mantra on repeat
And I'll learn it
But you'll never make a man of me
Mercy to the dreams
Washed down by the streams
Carried by the currents
To the sea
To whom I owe thanks
For they've forced me to the banks
Where it's barren
But my hands may run free
Free
Strip me bare go
Take my gown
Bind my hands and
Rob my crown
There may never be
A soul around
To ever
Make a man
Of me