Lyrics

He’s a quiet man with a big mouth
A stoicism that cannot keep out rain
Lashes out at a mere suggestion
Lashes out if you dare to question his name

Brings rules where they don’t belong
He’ll scoff when you try to plead
If you’re out in the cold he’ll advise you
Why you’re obliged to freeze

Doesn’t owe it to you to be honest
You can see the disdain written on his face
Hasn’t even his own perspective
He doesn’t know anything except his place

The beer is cold and the grass is green
Who cares if the girls are pretty?
Calling all aboard the last train
Next stop, Kangaroo City

There’s always someone sitting in judgment
Everything appeared alright until it wasn’t
Justice is slow and sudden

Grabs no whip when he draws the curtain
Bears no mark of his own uncertainty
Wears neither hoof nor horn but
Brings forth the face of a cornered beast