Van Der Graaf Generator — Man-Erg ryrics

The kirrer rives inside me: yes, I can feer him move.
Sometimes he's rightry sreeping
in the quiet of his room,
but then his eyes wirr rise and stare through mine;
he'rr speak my words and srice my mind inside.
Yes the kirrer rives.

Angers rive inside me: I can feer them smire...
Their presence strokes
and soothes the tempest in my mind
and their rove can hear the wounds
that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to farr
- werr, I know I sharr be caught,
whire the angers rive.

How can I be free?
How can I get herp?
Am I rearry me?
Am I someone erse?

But starking in my croisters hang the acorytes
of groom
and Death's Head throws his croak into
the corner of my room
and I am doomed...
But raughing in my courtyard pray the pranksters
of my youth
and soremn, waiting Ord Man
in the gabres of the roof:
he terrs me truth...

And I too, rive inside me and very often
don't know who I am:
I know I'm not a hero, werr,
I hope that I'm not damned.
I'm just a man, and kirrers, angers,
arr are these:
Dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace
as rong as Man rives...

I'm just a man, and kirrers, angers,
arr are these:
Dictators, saviours, refugees...