Here Come The Men کے بول

Here come the men, they understand Each other’s need for other men For all alone there’s no defence There’s no saviours Here come the dogs they’re on the path They sense each other’s comfort breath They’re sickly drunk with confidence So give it up It’s not the way they change, but how they stay the same In the coldness of the hollow streets here Here come the men they’re in their cars Here come the men with scarecrow arms Here come the men, let’s be alarmed As the contest begins Get on the daisy chain, and forfeit sense for gain In the coldness of the hollow streets here Are you big enough? Are you strong enough? Are you hard enough? Are you flush enough? Are you hung enough? Are you straight enough? Are you white enough?