He set up a man of straw with an authoritarian aura
And everybody thinks he's some kind of warrior for the Lord
Stepping on some toes that he does not know
And calling down fire on what he don't understand
Straw men, straw men
Set them up for a fall when you can
Straw men, straw men
Everybody loves to knock down straw men
He sees the masses dancing so he sternly reprimands them
A reduction of their stance to some kind of earthly hell
He don't know how to be tender can't appreciate beauty or gender
It's this pious anhedonia that he loves so well
Straw men, straw men
Set them up for a fall when you can
Straw men, straw men
Everybody loves to knockdown straw men
If true communication were ever to bless this congregation
And everyone knew just what it's like to be somebody else
And no words were hasty and all thoughts were thought through
Might our anger not find a better target than ourselves?
Straw men, straw men
Set them up for a fall when you can
Straw men, straw men
Everybody loves to knock down straw men
