Matchstick Man

You stand at twenty inches

in your stockinged feet

People pick you up

and say that you are sweet

You’ll never beat the shit out

of another man

You’ll never reach the top shelf

they don’t understand

No one ever fears you,

you are just a joke

Someone they can laugh at,

fun at which to poke

You’d like to pull a gun out

blow them all away

Stop them looking down on you,

wipe their smiles away

After you have shot them stamped

on all their heads

You can look down on them

now they are all dead

Now you hold the power

now you are big

With them all dead

now you can live

Midget man…

All of your children

they’ll be small as well

They will all look up to you

and you will feel swell

You will be a big man,

be a macho king

And when you die

everyone will sing

Midget man…