Stanley's here and he's a free man
But he's washed up and depressed
And wondering who are his friends
He lines us up in the parking lot
And shoots us down one at a time
for our supposed crimes
Stanley's here to pick up a fight
But he got shot down and don't it hurt
Stanley's here to pick up a fight
But he got shot down and don't it hurt
Stanley's here and you got to see him
What satisfaction will he gain
From his fifteen minutes of fame
Would he do it all over again
Or would a smile come to his face
From God's perfect grace
Stanley's here to pick up a fight
But he got shot down and don't it hurt
Stanley's here to pick up a fight
But he got shot down and don't it hurt
Stanley's here you got to fear him
What makes one man a murderer
And another man just a jerk
I remember when he was a little boy
He was always going off alone
In clothes that made him feel so small
Stanley's here to pick his stuff
But he got shot down and don't it hurt
Stanley's here to pick his stuff
But he got shot down
He got shot down
He got shot down
He got shot down
And don't it hurt don't it hurt