Testo Man That I've Become

Theres a kind of manthat you sometimes meetWorlds passing him byon wing-ed feethe walks aroundwith his senses numbIf you know himthats the kind of Man That I've BecomeThe kids all know him'cause when they playhe comes and shoosthem awayhe's irritatedby everyoneIf you know himthats the kind of Man That I've BecomeThe friends he hadare 'so-called' nowthey all slippedaway somehowhe's had the bluesmuch more than someIf you know himthats the kind of Man That I've BecomeHe wont go to churchcause his faiths all goneThe sweet singing of the choirwill only drive him homeas for comforthe hasn't got a crumbIf you know himthats the kind of Man That I've BecomeHe wont go to churchits too loud for him nowthe sweet singing of the choiris nothing but a rowhis hearts a prunewhen it once was a plumIf you know himthats the kind of Man That I've BecomeIf you know himthats the kidn of Man That I've Become