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Walk Like a Man

Markermorse

	I crawled behind; now I walk alone
	through the ashes of your life and the vacuum of your soul.
	You're every man I hated, and every man I loved.
	The sins of your father is died in my blood.

	And now I don't understand how to walk;
	how to walk like a man

	In the image of our father I stand accused
	of the Madonnas untouchable and the ones I've abused.
	It takes so much trust to let the tears roll down;
	the feelings explode when no-one else is around.

	I change what I can, but I still walk;
	I still walk like a man.

	The symbols, the buildings, the fast cars,
	the sex, the wet dreams, the smoky bars,
	the tasteless jokes, the resumes, the impossible request
	I took from your shoulders and put on my chest.

	And now I don't understand how to walk;
	how to walk like a man.

	Listen man, I know that I sound confused,
	but I can't let go of every role that I have ever refused.
	As my child grows in the womb of my mate,
	I pray it's not in the belly of my beast or the seed of my hate.

	I'll gently hold its hand,
	but I'll still walk like a man.


Walk Like a Man is copyright © 1989 John Perry, Chris Morse, Ross Elbling, and Liberal Materialists Music. Any rebroadcast or republication is prohibited without one of our expressed written consent. Write to me with your comments or usage requests

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