Multipurpose Man

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Insert Flap A into Slot 2B Roll me, roll me, roll me toward my destiny I'm a room for your love, I'm a factory for war A hungry artist knocking at the rich man's door A morality play A pornography store A scorched-earth fire In the nuclear core [Chorus] I'm your very own living multipurpose man Your cowardly lion and your blemished lamb And I'll be saved, and I'll be damned I'm your very own living multipurpose man [Verse 2] Fold Panel 3 along the dotted line Drink me, drink me, drink me, I'm a cheap red wine An alcoholic dream, a promissory note A discouraging word in a mercenary's throat A hangman's noose On an old frayed rope A zephyr wind And a paper boat [Chorus] I'm your very own living multipurpose man Your cowardly lion and your blemished lamb And I'll be saved, and I'll be damned I'm your very own living multipurpose man [Bridge] A bad smell fogging up the vestibule Demigods, demagogues, wise man, fool The paper-shredding keeper of the golden rule So roll me, roll me, roll me on back to you [Interlude] (Drink me, drink me, drink me) (Roll me, roll me over) (Wind me, wind me, wind me) (Drink me, drink me, drink me) (Roll me, roll me over) (Wind me, wind me, wind me) (Drink me, drink me, drink me) (Roll me, roll me over) (Wind me, wind me, wind me) (Drink me, drink me, drink me) (Roll me, roll me over) (Wind me, wind me, wind me) (Drink me, drink me, drink me) (Roll me, roll me over) (Wind me, wind me, wind me) (Drink me, drink me, drink me) (Roll me, roll me over) (Wind me, wind me, wind me) [Chorus] I'm your very own living multipurpose man Your cowardly lion and your blemished lamb And I'll be saved, and I'll be damned I'm your very own living multipurpose man [Bridge] A bad smell fogging up the vestibule Demigods, demagogues, wise man, fool The paper-shredding keeper of the golden rule So roll me, roll me, roll me on back to you [Verse 3] Hook my spring between the flim and flam Wind me up, wind me, I'm a monkey band A mad whirling dervish and a hard day's night A kamikaze pilot on his thirteenth flight An electrical storm Ben Franklin's kite A doomsday clock At twelve midnight [Verse 4] Fill me up, fill me, I'm a white trash can A klu klux klown and an also-ran, yeah I'm yesterdays news, I'm a small foot note A DJ caring less about this song I wrote