Is this how it works?
A song about fixing mistakes:
Self Made Man
It began when I fixed my eyesight
cut lenses from diamonds and glass
Tore out my eyes and reshaped the sockets
with frames of copper and brass
Then to make my arms stronger
I weaved tendons of cat gut and wire
Steam powered muscles, the might of ten men
I can lift heavy loads and not tire
I’m doing the best I can
for I am a self made man
The town they tried to evict me
when my legs became pistons of steel
black polished pincers are better than fingers
oil is my only meal
Now when I clank down the streets
The townsfolk they all stop and stare
they all shy away from my whistling hellos
But I’m better and no longer care
I’m doing the best I can
for I am a self made man
There used to be a woman who used to be my wife
I’ve cleaned off all the rust she left
from all the tears she cried
There’s one tiny spot, one little place, one last piece of flesh
This time tomorrow it will be replaced with gleaming wire mesh
I’m doing the best I can
for I am a self made man
