Use me if you want
For the things you can't explain
I'll be the strawman
For another kind of season
I'll sit and behold the strawman comes
You feel me
For hundreds of years you have helped me
To be the strawman
I am the strawman
You give him all his senses
He has none of his own
But he has a heart of golden grain
That was for years your pain
Cut him, you will find he does not bleed
Break him, you will find he does not hurt
But when a fire burns you and watch the
Strawman blows away
Use me if you want
For the things you can't explain
I thought I'd be the strawman
To sit and behold the strawman comes
You can set up and make him
Into a god if you want him to stand by
A fixed and mythical strawman
Man is sadly fragile
At the things that he has made
You burn him, he gets away
He comes from seed and ripens
With seeds for years to come
He is only ripeness after all
You feel me
For hundreds of years you have needed me
To be the strawman
You give him all his senses
A heart of golden grain
Bought you ... with his soul
He doesn't know you cut his hair
Cut him you will find he does not bleed
Break him you will find he does not hurt
But when a fire has torn him and watch the
Strawman blows away
Use me if you want
For the things you can't explain
I thought I'd be the strawman
To sit and behold the strawman comes