Rip the purpose from right out of my hands
Accuse me of forfeiting any and all plans
While Amazon eyes look only to label and brand
Why?
Cos I’m a man.
A dereliction of being all that I can
Consequence of thinking only with my glands
Upon all my actions you’d like to place a ban
WHY?
Why?
Cos I’m a man.
I’m a man
I’m a man
I’m a man
Either too set in my ways
Or too young to understand
I’m a man.
Pigeonhole me as part of a toxic band
Where our sole mission is to poison the land
You say the flames of violence are all I ever fan
Why?
Why?
Cos I’m a man.
I’m a man
I’m a man
I’m a man
Me too, I don’t determine the master plan
I’m just a man.
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