She's working late
Got bills to pay
She wants to put it all behind her
Everything he did
Everything he never said
But he keeps on calling to remind her
About the good old days
Before they parted ways
Baby what do you say (to a)
 
Straw man, straw man
Stone heart rattling in a can
Talk tough, play rough
Tell me when will enough be enough?
 
She's making her own
Living close to the bone
It ain't easy but it's in her name
Sees friends again
Gets out now and then
Maybe one day it'll be the same
Like it was before
He showed up at her door
But the phone is ringing for more (and it's a)
 
Straw man, straw man
Stone heart rattling in a can
Talk tough, play rough
Can't see that it's not enough (to be a)
Straw man, straw man
Too small to understand (so he)
Talk tough, play rough
Tell me when will enough be enough?
 
She's working late
Deadline to make
A little luck and she can get home by nine
But he comes by
For one more try
Going to make her understand this time
Did she say no?
Tell him where to blow?
When the steel came to the show
 
Straw man, straw man
Stone heart rattling in a can
Talk tough, play rough
Can't see that it's not enough (to be a)
Straw man, straw man
Too small to understand (so he)
Talk tough, play rough
Tell me when will enough be enough?
 
Page three 
Murder mystery
Woman found dead on the third storey
Basement somewhere
In the TV glare
His overdosed eyes and empty stare
The coward hates
And desecrates
Twisting the fates
 
Straw man, straw man
What a nasty little plan (he gonna)
Talk tough, play rough
Take his own life but that ain't enough (for a)
Straw man, straw man
Needs a little more blood on his hands (not just)
Talk tough, play rough
Tell me when will enough be enough
Tell me when will enough be enough
Tell me when will enough be enough
 
© 2002 Love Pants Music
Words and music by Ken Dow
Genre: Alt-Rock