They Might Be Giants

My Man
My man Muscles from hand to foot Completely covered in uninteruppted skin My man Signals command the leg To follow orders coming down from headquarters Why then am I in bed? I guess my man's fallen out with my head May I direct your attention to the following simile You're like the coasts of an ocean Buried beneath is a submarine cable Connecting the opposite shores that surround it My man How can he stand? Your fingers could encircle clear around the ankle My man won't walk again In conflict with express instructions given by the brain Why can't the message be sent? I guess my man's fallen out with my head When something happens to drag on the floor of the ocean For instance an anchor or mooring The cable can be disrupted and even be severed Which halts the transmission across it Letras de canciones There is no way to repair the break My man Muscles from hand to foot Completely covered in uninteruppted skin My man Signals command the leg To follow orders coming down from headquarters My man How can he stand? My man Muscles from hand to foot Completely covered in uninteruppted skin My man Won't walk again From Letras Mania