Ooo, that's it! I'm crazy
What's a man made any more
So many lost and lazy
with MTV girls dressed like whores
Heroes and morals upsy daisy
And their careless spreading spore
Our role's become so hazy
We play in, die in, war
If we take these as our precis
Men cannot be held much lower
Not I, alright, I'll make a man
Citizen, proud in freedom land
I'll find brothers, loyal band,
No evil will come from my hand
Control temptation in my glands
Have no children unless planned
I'll have to be what makes a man
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Love this, especially the last four lines. How true they are, those words.
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