Man O' the Year - FAR

For the last twenty years

She was sure and just waiting to leave

She would shake in her sleep

And over and over repeat

There’s plenty of time to bury

To bury what you don’t want the sun to see

What he won’t know he won’t believe

Then he’ll see a family

In the dirt of the earth of the reasons

For a young man to feel

There’s a maze of arrangemets between trust

And the desire to steal

And there’s plenty of time to carry

He carries what they don’t want the sun to see

They just want their son to be man o' the year

Oh, mother

Father