Big Man

Big Man you got your hands on some money
A Cadillac and a hundred pretty girls
Stop. Look around you
Don’t you think it’s funny?
There’s something missing from your world
And your days are getting shorter
Nights are getting cold
You’ve been young for so long
You’re afraid of growing old
Yes there’s something missing
Could it be your soul? Big Man
They say that lasting things don’t linger
Lots of friends is something
You don’t lack
And they jump every time
You snap your fingers
You out to hear them talk behind your back. Oh yeah
To your face, you’re Leonardo
The coolest of the cool
To your back, you’re Punchinello
(Jesus just) a fool
There ain’t a damn thing you can say
Cause you made up the rules
Big man
Big man you keep getting bolder
You try to make your wealth into desire
Ever stop to look over your shoulder
All the broken pieces left behind
And you run from post to pillar
At a supersonic pace
Searching out your outliers in a
(world of disgrace)
You may win the battle
But you’re going to lose the race
And I’m sorry for you
Big man