Multipurpose Man

[Verse 1]
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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]
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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