All The Nasties

If it came to pass that they should ask What could I tell them Would they criticize behind my back? Maybe I should let them Oh, if only then and only then They would understand They'd turn a full-blooded city boy Into a full-blooded city man If they could face it I could take it in their eyes Oh, I know I'd make it The tiny minds And sacred cows just fake it Oh, if only then and only then They would understand They'd turn a full-blooded city boy Into a full-blooded city man But I know the way they want me In the way they publicize If they could turn their focus off To the image in their eyes Maybe it would help them Help them understand Maybe it would help them Help them understand Maybe it would help them Help them understand That a full-blooded city boy Is now a full-blooded city man Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul