Monday 18th 2017f December 2017
updated: 10-Jun-2003



Dominator

Your average man
Looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth
Your average man
Talks politics, goes on drinking bouts
Keeps his family fed, pats children on the head

But that man think's he's a dominator
That man think's he's a master
A dominator, a dominator
I wouldn't be so sure

Altough he makes plans
His heart in the right place, wherever that is
He seems to act
Without thinking of the consequences
You can't judge by appearances

'Cause that man thinks he's a dominator
That man thinks he's a master
A dominator, a dominator
I wouldn't be so sure of that

He's a willing victim of circumstance
A willing victim of distance

It's a million miles
From his head down to his heart
A million miles
From lead poison to the familiy car
A million miles
From lighting up to lung-cancer
A million miles
From silted seas to washing powder
A slaughterhouse to a hamburger
© TV Smith

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