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Start off with the saddest thing you know

And then you’ve got the audience

Then it’s all your show

A man’s wife leaves him

Someone’s robbed

Someone swallows cyanide

Someone’s strung up by a howling mob

My name is Hollis Wadsworth Mason Junior

Defender of what’s right

And I’ve got a way with cars

And I only work at night

My name is Hollis Wadsworth Mason Junior

Defender of what’s good

I believe that there’s a simple answer

When I get under the hood

My grandpa was a moral man

He worked the soil and the wood

He said the city’s evil

And the world is irredeemable

We’d better get back to Montana while we could

I looked for heroes

They’re the only things that last

To back absolute values

With nothing but a good heart and a mask

It could be that I sound naïve about the true nature of sin

But if the choice is cynicism, rage, or giving in

Which world would you rather live in?

In May of '62, I’m 42 years old

The game has changed, I’m obsolete —

It’s a strange world for heroes

Worm’s in the apple

Eating us from inside

Maybe good & justice are old-fashioned values

But even owls have pride

A man must work with his hands

The only skill that lasts

Even when you’ve been replaced

Even when you put away the mask

Start off with the saddest thing you know

And then you’ve got the audience

Then it’s all your show

Start off with the saddest thing you know

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