Self Made Man

You're a hungry man Like the pacing curs down on the street It's more than you can stand Every small defeat When you earn a silver dime They'll call you a lucky man But you made every kill With your two bloody hands Don't look back now You're nearly home A self-made man Of blood and bone You're a haunted man Like the swaying gallows blown in the breeze The things your heart demands You will never please When you break a couple of bones They call you a ruthless man But you dug the holes alone With two bloody hands Don't look back now You're nearly home A self-made man Of blood and bone... Don't look back now You're nearly gone Out in the black You're on your own... Who will love your self-made man? Who could love yourself? You're a violent dog Like the death squad boys down in Brazil A hard-boiled blackened heart Got to have it's thrill The trust of your fellow man Is an easy thing to steal When you force them to play their hand By their own free will Don't look back now You're nearly home A self-made man Of blood and bone... Don't look back now You're nearly gone Out in the black You're on your own... Who will love your self-made man? Who could love yourself?