Lyrics Big Man Restless - Kissing the Pink

There′s a big man restless,
Who pushes for humour, he's so relentless
He′s back to back, with no restraint,
He's so relentless, like forty indians.
Then there's the group that doesn′t move,
To the sound, to the humour.
No-one knows whose friend he is,
He′s always there,
He's the big man restless, like forty indians.
No-one knows whose friend he is,
He′s always there,
He's the big man restless, like forty indians.
I′m in the third group,
We push for humour,
We're so relentless, like forty indians.
Chorus
The legal quarter of tight-lipped men
Pushed for order
And repeat again
Anyway, the lot regarding the funny man
The big man restless
Are so relentless
They scratched about
And like forty indians
The lot turn on the funny man,
The big man restless
And what can he say
If the sun′s all gone and we're wafer thin
And we could scratch around in our so frail skin
You could say
You could say
No flags in here, no cause to wave,
Just the slow, slow scratch in the final cave
You could say
You could say