the trouble with almost
always calling your name

is you see the finish line
and drop to your knees
until it's over

sweater and all
oh, you take the fall


and all the bruises
saved for love
were laid to rest

the day you were born

and you bow down

oh honey you bow down
you bow down to the man in charge
and we bow

baby we all bow down
we bow down to the man in charge


tramp stamps and birthmarks
no faces or names
just constant reminders of

all the places you came
where did they take you, my love?
and what did they say?

oh, how am i different from them
at the end of the day?


i'll be your dirty !@#%
for the night
you can smack me around

until morning light

and i bow down

oh honey i bow down
i bow down to the man in charge
and we bow

baby we all bow down
we bow down to the man in charge


and you bow
oh honey you bow down
you bow down to the man in charge

and we bow
baby we all bow down
we bow down to the man in charge