Man, Meat, and Tissue
His self induced living hell
It's a script he wrote
for a lifetime tv-movie
It sells more issues
Than just man, meat, and tissue
No one taught him about the journey, so
In a hurry he staked his flag
at the mountain's base
He wildly screams at those still climbing
Behind his mirror his reflection is blinding
The world is not molded to his liking
All we can do is look down hiking
His sermon fades with altitude
Listening was like drinking crude
At best it gave thought for food
I guess there's times that I miss the dude
But I had to be
Man, meat, and tissue
