[00:00.000] 作曲 : Dave Wood/Nigel Pollard/Simon Allard/Simon Blanchard/Cliff Silver
[00:21.893] Like confession whispered slowly
[00:26.499] Hate's a word that's spoken softly
[00:32.544] Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
[00:37.473] A massacre won't change his outlook
[00:41.403]
[00:52.052] Like confession whispered slowly
[00:54.928] Hate's a word that's spoken softly
[01:00.283] Oh man of straw
[01:02.812]
[01:14.664] Sheltered in his cut out life style
[01:18.939] If time were small he'd be a sundial
[01:25.686] Hope wrung dry with values static
[01:29.881] 'save me', he cries, 'from these fanatics'
[01:35.087]
[01:45.277] Standing lonely trusting no one
[01:48.012] In disarray with collar undone
[01:53.216] Oh man of straw
[01:56.213]
[02:13.584] Kicked again he counts his blessings
[02:18.506] But with no brain he's always guessing
[02:24.429] Standing lonely trusting no one
[02:29.759] In disarray with collar undone
[02:33.900]
[02:44.313] Like confession whispered slowly
[02:46.939] Hate's a word that's spoken softly
[02:52.354] Oh man of straw
[02:54.899]
[04:08.889] Like confession whispered slowly
[04:14.231] Hate's a word that's spoken softly
[04:19.934] Standing lonely trusting no one
[04:25.358] In disarray with collar undone
[04:31.135] Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
[04:42.250] But with no brain he's always guessing

作曲 : Dave Wood/Nigel Pollard/Simon Allard/Simon Blanchard/Cliff Silver
Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
A massacre won't change his outlook
Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Oh man of straw
Sheltered in his cut out life style
If time were small he'd be a sundial
Hope wrung dry with values static
'save me', he cries, 'from these fanatics'
Standing lonely trusting no one
In disarray with collar undone
Oh man of straw
Kicked again he counts his blessings
But with no brain he's always guessing
Standing lonely trusting no one
In disarray with collar undone
Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Oh man of straw
Like confession whispered slowly
Hate's a word that's spoken softly
Standing lonely trusting no one
In disarray with collar undone
Horror fills his pretty scrapbook
But with no brain he's always guessing