Common Sense
And the Spirit of the Lord
Came upon Samson once again
It took him down to Ashkelon
He struck down thirty men
He took all their belongings
And bore their clothes away
To use them for the forfeit
He promised he would pay
And Samson he was seething
Oh boy ! Was Samson mad ?
The Philistines had wronged him
So vengeance Samson had
His wife, meanwhile, was given to
The one who'd been best man
Some best man to take his wife
Who needs that kind of man ?
He took a harvest goat for her
To celebrate the day
But as he went up to he
Jack Worships Janey
When I look in the mirror I see my dad's face
Where my face used to be
Then I realize that he was about my age
When he started his own family
Then my radicalism, all my college Marxism
Starts drifting on out to deep sea
When I look in the mirror and I see my dad's face
Where my face used to be
When I was a kid I used to look at my dad
And I'd say, "This is who I am not."
He used Bryl-Creem, I used hair spray
He was fat, I was skinny
He drank beer, I smoked pot
But now my feet are disappearing beneath an ocean of beer
And not so mysteriously
When I look at my face I see in its place
My dad's physiognomy
I used to look at my friends, they looked fifty years older
Some nights when I'd get too stoned
That's when I believed time was a visible line
With its end and beginning both shown
Now I know that's not true
But I've still got an idea pretty much of what I can expect
When I look in the mirror and I see my dad's mug
Sitting there right on top of my neck
Well, my dad had it rough, he couldn't keep his true love
He never reached his sought-after perfection
So as I headed down my own life's road
I headed straight in the other direction
Now, when I turn around, he's not so far away
And we're on the same road, I can see
When I look in the mirror and I see my dad's face
Where my face used to be