Tin Man

Production Company: A Floowood Vision

Producer: Floowood

Mixer – Brett Cookingham

 

-Tin Man-

I’m a Jekyll. I’m a Hyde. I’m the heart that you hide on the side.

Two-faced ace up your sleeve, cheated but never deceived.

So naïve to believe in your bluff. Guess one heart wasn’t enough,

So I grieved. One-eyed Jack never thought to look behind his back and see

His Queen’s got a full house of Kings to receive. I guess it’s New Years Eve.

I’m just a guest in the Church.

Watch how the lust converts.

I follow inside, but you say I come first.

Just imagine if our roles were reversed.

Maybe then you’d understand my hurt.

You can say that you love me the most.

Raise a toast and boast that there’s no bloke close,

But he makes you feel alive, while I’m just a ghost.

I guess I’ll just sit back and let you fuck the host!

Can you see into the blacks of my eyes?

See me despise your words like lies.

Say that you love me, but you lie with other guys.

I can’t feel the beat of my heart when it dies…

 

 

(Chorus x2) I’ll be a Tin Man, turned gold.

Cast from a hateful mold.

Specimen to behold.

Prince charmer in an empty suit of armor without a soul.

 

 

I’m the joker in the deck. Loser crazed from neglect.

Left to reflect on every defect as girls dissect and disrespect,

But they won’t talk shit when I’m perfect.

Let’s pretend that you don’t have a boyfriend.

How much money am I gonna have to spend

On drinks? In the end, side swiped by your best friend.

Bet Barbie’d take me home if I looked like Ken!

I can play nice and meet your parents.

Mask my hate, so it ain’t so blatant.

Nice to meet you. What’s her curfew?

Buy whatever you like off the menu.

Need a tissue. Girl I got you.

Just so long as you give away your virtue…

Oh! I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. Yeah? You’ll Pass over me—

But you’ll give it all up to him though?

What’s he got that I don’t have!? Except for a six-pack of abs.

Stare into the mirror, grab handful of flab.

How sad. Thought it was hot to have the bod of a dad.

 

 

(Chorus x2) I’ll be a Tin Man, turned gold.

Cast from a hateful mold.

Specimen to behold.

Prince charmer in an empty suit of armor without a soul.

 

 

Hapless actress ignoring her cue.

Can’t tell me apart from the crew.

Guess I could never lead a scene with you.

Just tell me all about your latest breakthrough.

How long do I have to listen ‘bout all the villains

You’ve been kissing and missing. The nice guy’s patience is thinning,

Cuz only assholes are winning. The revolving door’s spinning,

But there’s no getting in…

Then she booked a ticket. Couldn’t believe she did it.

My thoughts were illicit, thinking maybe she’d give it,

but all she did was take and make it explicit she wouldn’t permit it.

Friendship was the limit. Then why did you visit?

Sex was implicit, and yet you prohibit.

You’re wicked, yet you wonder why I quit it?

I’m addicted and I get it, just the friend who never benefited,

But I know you’ll crawl back when my body is gilded.

 

 

(Chorus x2) I’ll be a Tin Man, turned gold.

Cast from a hateful mold.

Specimen to behold.

Prince charmer in an empty suit of armor without a soul.

 

 

I’ll be an empty suit of armor without a soul… Without a soul… Without a soul… Without your love.