Very Small Men Lyrics

He's always there, but he's always wrong

Please turn the power back on

I can't stop sweating

The payment's sent with a letter of disappointment



It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth

This is the anarchy of beasts

It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth

This is the anarchy of beasts



If the dog can't handle me at my most reckless, then it doesn't deserve me at my most precise

Providing for your gentleman? I have some quick advice

A failed exorcism for the most aggressive boy; he's not fine, but he's alive

With a constant stream of brilliance, resting marks; though he'll survive



It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth

This is the anarchy of beasts

It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth

This is the anarchy of beasts



He's kind of a hero, he's fairly legit;

An expat with more space to be lonely in



I'll be here - flexing; you want to feel like a man?

Focus, focus; you'll do what you can

I'll be here - flexing; you want to feel like a man?

Focus, focus; you'll do what you can



You've made your bed, now sleep in it alone