Epitome of Human Kindness

Your power
Is atop of a wreckage of cards (It is)
Forth (Count it) tower
Is a joke on a pile up of cars?
It’s mine (Mine), not ours
And don’t expect me to be as you left (Nah mate)
On my fence (there’s no politics)
I’m atop and I’m seeing for miles

And yeah I know you got opinions
Even if I ain’t got time
You’re thinking I could make a minute
To let you speak what’s on my mind

Cut down the middle
I burst out the sides
I cut down the middle
And it hurts me every time
Cut down the middle
I burst out the sides
I cut down the middlе
And it hurts me every timе
You’re the epitome of human kindness
But your enemies-
They might make up your mind
Cut down the middle
I burst out the sides
I cut down the middle
And it hurts me every time

I get lower (Deep down)
When I couldn’t be anything less
Lawn (Cut it) mower
Man, I wish I could cut off my hedge
And I wonder if I hadda been a real boy
And I wonder if I hadda toed the line
And I wonder if you hadda been a good god
Would I still be wrong if I am right?

And yeah I know you got opinions
Even if I ain’t got time
You’re thinking I could make a minute
To let you speak what’s on my m-

Cut down the middle
I burst out the sides
I cut down the middle
And it hurts me every time
Cut down the middle
I burst out the sides
I cut down the middle
And it hurts me every time
You’re the epitome of human kindness
But your enemies-
They might make up your mind
Cut down the middle
I burst out the sides
I cut down the middle
And it hurts me every time

(Whistle Crew)