Captain Jack and the Bleeding Hearts - Hollow Man

He is a body builder, he is a gifted chef
He mixes mean Manhattans, gives perfect oral sex
He rules each conversation with sundry anecdotes
But look closer and you'll see a ghost
Knock on his chest, hear the echo ring - he's a Hollow Man

He is a budding artist, sculpts in wax and clay
Sprays the world with genius in each and every way
He sees in 20/20, he sprints the Ironman
Can quote you Marx but loves Ayn Rand
Knock on his chest, hear the echo ring

Stay away from that Hollow Man
Stay away from that Hollow Man
He'll drain you dry - and you'll be empty like him

He trims his nose-hair daily, keeps those toenails clean
Floss and brush with gusto, then rinse with Listerine
He reads a liberal broadsheet, runs a ponzi scheme
He lives the meta-modern dream
Knock on his chest, hear the echo ring - he's a Hollow Man

He is a Fulbright scholar, a true philanthropist
He bested David Watts, he shows his ass you have to kiss
He swam the English channel, invented poetry
Yet look closer and you will see
Knock on his chest, hear the echo ring

Stay away from that Hollow Man
Stay away from that Hollow Man
He'll drain you dry - and you'll be empty like him

He has important numbers in his big filofax
Smokes pot for recreation but draws the line at crack
I know his shit don't stink, I sniff it every day
Why won't he ask me to come and play
Knock on my chest and hear the echo ring

Stay away from that Hollow Man
Stay away from that Hollow Man
He'll drain you dry - and you'll be empty
Stay away from that Hollow Man
Stay away from that Hollow Man
He'll drain you dry - and you'll be empty like him

He wrote the Holy Bible - then he sold his soul
He ate his child's placenta
He drives a Toyota Prius
He has organic muesli
He loves solar panels
He's friends with Musk and Bezos
He is a philanthrocapitalist
He invented fucking fusion
He loves the downward dog
He rode a humpback whale
He makes his own beeswax candles
He is the seventh Beatle
He has his own alpaca farm
He leaves the teabag in
He swears by B&O
He has a lot of time for rap music
He composed a symphony with a kazoo
He hung with Pontius Pilate - and Mick and Keith
He loves Kenny G

Written by:
Peter Anderson

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