Every time he comes home everyone
Me and my younger brother we ran and hide underneath our beds
And the youngest one in my mum’s arms just cries
And her my mum, her beautiful face fades into something strange
Hell yeah, dad is home
So tell me dad
Is this respect or fear
Every time you call mum a whore is that being a man?
Every time you call your sons bastards is that being a man?
And every time you shave freely in the morning as if nothing happened yesterday, is that being a man?
Because sooner or later I am gonna have a woman of my own, I will call a wife
Because sooner or later I am gonna have kids of my own which will carry my name
Should I have to beat my wife, call her a whore
Should I have to call my sons bastards
To be a man?
Dad the future is near so I wanna learn from you
Things I have to do to be a man!