Lyrics

Wakes about six from uneasy slumber
Tweets about tax, faceless hoards without number
Feels conspiracy seeping into his bones
His skin's paper thin as the coffee's kicked in.
And his world is right and his world is white
Takes a piss on unease, the modern disease
And his word is right and his world is white
No room for fear as he grabs at her rear

He's a family man, a family man.
Unbending, unbending.
He's a family man, he's a family man.
Men of straw will lull him to sleep

He's a family man, he's a family man
World ending, unbending
He's a family man, he's a family man
Men of straw will lull him to sleep

He's a family man, he's a family man
World ending, unbending.
He's a family man, he's a family man
Brown eyed ones torment him in his dreams...