All the nasties

All the nasties
If it came to pass that they should ask
What could I tell them
Would they criticize behind my back
Maybe I should let them
Oh if only then and only then
They would understand
They'd turn a full-blooded city boy
Into a full-blooded city man

If they could face it
I could take it in their eyes
Oh I know I'd make it
Their tiny minds
And sacred cows, just fake it
Oh if only then and only then
They would understand
They'd turn a full-blooded city boy
Into a full-blooded city man
But I know the way they want me
In the way they publicize
If they could turn their focus off
To the image in their eyes
Maybe it would help them, help them understand
Maybe it would help them, help them understand
Maybe it would help them, help them understand
That a full-blooded city boy
Is now a full-blooded city man
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul

Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul
Oh my soul