Me and my brother were talking to each other'Bout what makes a man a manWas it brain or brawn, or the month you were
bornWe just couldn't understandOur old man didn't like our appearanceHe said that only women wear long hairSo me and my b
rother borrowed money from MotherWe knew what we had to doWe went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasiumAnd got our arms
tattooedWelcome to my life, tattooI'm a man now, thanks to youI expect I'll regret youBut the skin graft man won't get you
You'l be there when I dieTattooMy dad beat me 'cause mine said