Man Of Some Distinction

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter

In the springtime of my enemy
With winter at my heels
Across a printed borderline
The roving bandit steals
The peaches of the tree he took
And likewise stole the branch
He will snatch the trunk and root
If given half a chance
He will steal the seed as well
So none may grow again
Sell the plot on which it grew
If five can get him ten

You don't have to help him out
Knows how to help himself
While you stand by in innocence
And let him guard the wealth
Soon there'll be no wealth to guard
And he will drop away
Like any other parasite
What more can I say?
He masquerades as wisdom
His investments rarely fail
He props up the economy
And holds the key to jail

He's a man of some disctinction
And he takes no reprimand
Reach way down in your pocket
If you want to shake his hand


He drives the farmer from the land
The plowman from the field
Forecloses on the destitute
When crops refuse to yield
He draws the laws in such a way
An honest man must cheat
To lay upon the family board
The cheapest cut of meat
Desperate circumstances are
His butter, bread and wine
If they don't happen naturally
They happen by design

'This is how it's got to be'
Is all he has to say
He cares for your tomorrow
Even less than your today
He creeps among legalities
A termite on the walls
He's always safely out of sight
The day they finally fall
There's no kind of provision
To undo the harm he's done;
Halt the suicidal trigger
Of another desperate gun

He's a man of some disctinction
And he takes no reprimand
Reach way down in your pocket
If you want to shake his hand


 


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