Men Without Chests - Dirt Poor Robins

In parables and songs of old

Wisdom like a river flowed

But these arid times have

Run her dry and

Abandoned her an aging widow

The distant echoes of her calls

Are driven from our lecture halls

For she implies this

Course disguises

An amateur philosopher

But hardened hearts are no defense

When you have a softer head

Lady Wisdom cannot rest

In a man without a chest

But hardened hearts are no defense

When you have a softer head

Lady Wisdom cannot rest

In a man without a chest