4 x 10 - Andrew Combs

It’s not strange, no mystery

You and I are history

I put up my protective wall

It’s four feet thick and ten feet tall

Ten feet tall and four feet thick

Granite, concrete, steel and brick

Protection for you, understand

The little boy, the inner man

Boys kissed the girls then made them cry

That’s a man’s job, that is why

When you cry, you’re just a clone

Of every woman I have known

Every Harry, Dick, and Tom

Gets all of their shit from his mom

Who was unhappy, mom was sad

Because of a wall dad had

Once it’s up it won’t come down

Mom’s a queen and dad’s a clown

It’s not strange, no mystery

That you and I are history

Four feet thick and ten feet tall

Four feet thick and ten feet tall

Four feet thick and ten feet tall

Four feet thick and ten feet tall