Matchstick Man

You stand at twenty inches in your stockinged feet
People pick you up and say that you are sweet
You'll never beat the shit out of another man
You'll never reach the top shelf they don't understand
No one ever fears you, you are just a joke
Someone they can laugh at, fun at which to poke
You'd like to pull a gun out blow them all away
Stop them looking down on you, wipe their smiles away
After you have shot them stamped on all their heads
You can look down on them now they are all dead
Now you hold the power now you are big
With them all dead now you can live
Midget man…
All of your children they'll be small as well
They will all look up to you and you will feel swell
You will be a big man, be a macho king
And when you die everyone will sing
Midget man…