Source: http://www.sing365.com

Man Unkind
   ------D.R.I.

SADDER THAN ANY SONG I'VE SUNG
IS GROWING OLD OR DYING YOUNG
THIS EARTH IS A GRAVE, ROUND AND GREEN
A TOMB ON SORROW WHICH I'VE SEEN
A MASSIVE FIELD WE WANDER THROUGH
GREAT SKY ABOVE, VAST AND BLUE
DEATH MAY COME IN A DAY OR TWO
WHETHER OR NOT I'M FALSE OR TRUE

CHORUS: 2x
MAN WITHOUT AN ANSWER
LIKE A BIRD WITH BROKEN WING
WRAPPED UP IN HIS MISERY
FORGETTING HOW TO SING

STRAIGHT FROM THE STRETCHED-OUT WOMB OF SIN
THE HORRID FIRE BOMBS WILL FALL
HERE IS HOPE FOR PRIESTS AND PREACHERS
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HERE IS HERESY FOR ALL
SO, MAN UNKIND WILL PERISH
IN A FINAL, FIERY BLAZE
OR SUFFOCATE HIMSELF SLOWLY
IN HIS SMOGGY, YELLOW HAZE
CHORUS: 4x
THE SUN SO SORE FROM MARCHING
TOWARDS THAT RECEDING WEST
WHERE PITY NO LONGER GOVERNS
WITH WISDOM AS HIS GUEST
WILL RISE SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF EAST
OUR SUN WILL RISE IN MOURNING
WISHING IT COULD QUENCH WITH TEARS
THE FIELDS AND SKIES ALL BURNING
CHORUS: 2x