Understand,
Once he was,
A family man.
I would never,
Ever go through,
It first hand.
Emulate all,
The shit my,
Mother hated.
But demonstrate,
My Freudi-an fate.
My alibi for,
Ta-king your guy,
History re-peats itself;
It fails to die.
And animal,
Aggres-sion is,
My downfall.
'Bout what you got;
I want it all.
It's bricked up,
In my head,
And shoved,
Under my bed.
And I question,
Myself again;
What is it,
'Bout men?
My destructive side,
Has grown a mile wide,
And I question,
Myself again;
What is it,
'Bout men?
'Bout men?
I'm nurturing,
I just wanna,
Do my thing.
And I'll take,
The wrong man,
As I sing.
And I'll save,
My tears for,
Uncover-ing,
My fears.
For be-havioural,
Patterns that,
Stick o-ver the years.
It's bricked up,
In my head,
And shoved,
Under my bed.
And I question,
Myself again;
What is it,
'Bout men?
My destructive side,
Has grown a mile wide,
And I question,
Myself again;
What is it,
'Bout men?
Ooh, it's bricked up,
In my head,
And shoved,
Under my bed.
And I question,
Myself again;
What is it,
'Bout men?
My destructive side,
Has grown a mile wide,
And I question,
Myself again;
What is it,
'Bout men?
'Bout men?
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