First Man

The first man I loved was a raider
Bronze, rude, grimy, and bruised
He spoke like he shot like he ran
Bang bang bang went his talk
Bang bang me up I cried
Oh I cried

I wanted us landing on the hard dirt floor fast
I wanted us thrashing in the grime, dust and sand
I didn't want his hat, whip or grin taken off
But he wasn't one to listen
Not to God, boss or loaded gun
Or loaded gun

The first man was picture perfect
I didn't know any man before him
He trailed, trapped, took me in
But he didn't know my name
And he'll never ever learn it
He didn't know my name
And he'll never ever learn it

I wanted us flying to far off wild green fields
I wanted us stealing all the bead, gold, and gem
I didn't want his booze, smoke or long trail of lies
But he wasn't one to listen
Not to God, boss or loaded gun
Or loaded gun

The first man was picture perfect
I didn't know any man before him
He trailed, trapped, took me in
But he didn't know my name
And he'll never ever learn it
He didn't know my name
And he'll never ever learn it

Oh this was a bad, bad funny, funny mess
Because I was a boy in a bright white tee
Sitting in front of a big color big sound TV
And I didn't yet have the words for
That hot dark dank sweat down shore
That hot dark dank sweat down shore
That hot dark dank sweat down shore

Many years have passed and still I test each
Each and every love against their will:
Does this one man know how to shoot and kill?
Shoot and kill
But the very most important bit still:
His shirt, no buttonsa raw, free thrill
A raw free thrill
A raw free thrill
Oooh Oooh

The first man was picture perfect
I didn't know any man before him
He trailed, trapped, took me in
But he didn't know my name
And he'll never ever learn it
He didn't know my name
He didn't know my name
He'll never ever learn it
Never ever learn it
He didn't know my name
Never ever learn it
Never ever learn it
He didn't know my name
He'll never ever learn it