Tall Man Lyrics & Chords By Tripod

Can everyone see okay? Like, yeah, everyone? There’s no-one sitting behind some tall bastard and fuckin’… You are? Stop whinging! Stop being so selfish. Think about tall bastards, what they have to go through day after day.

Yeah, we’ve got a friend Tom who, you know, goes to shows and he’s a tall bastard and he gets shit from people at shows. So we wrote this song about him. And this is for all the other tall fellas out there.

He’s just a tall man
With small aspirations
All he wants to do
Is see the band
Don’t give him grief
It’s my firm belief
He can stand
Where he wants to stand

He got here
When the doors opened
Found a good spot
Way before you
He doesn’t hate ya,
He’s just a freak of nature
He’s God’s joke
What else can he do?

Fucking bastard!

The cruel tentacles
Of the genetic heritage
Tripod: Have wrapped themselves
Around his life
We shouldn’t despise him,
We should just study him
Perhaps there’s a gene we can remove
So future generations
Can see the band

So don’t disrespect the beanpoles
The beanpoles are just like you and me-poles
They mean no harm to others
They’re just music lovers
God made them badly
God made them badly