Men's Lib

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It’s time for some Real men’s lib and I’m not
Talking about the ability to cry but the right not to
The right to scoff at my emotions it’s
Time to say it’s okay to like sports
All sports
It’s okay to watch ‘em
Okay to LIKE watching ‘em
Except figure skating and that underwater ballet crap
Those aren’t real sports

This ain’t no sissy men’s club pounding on drums
Searching for my secret nature name
I’m talking about runnin’ naked through the woods
Dragging down my prey and
Sinking teeth into soft warm flesh
Original warrior king of the forest lord of the jungle
Vanquish my enemies In bitter battles
Contest my friends in games of
Strength
Strategy
Skill
Beat my chest
Paint my face red and dance around the fire
I wanna’ drink fart
Drink belch drink puke then
Drink some more
I wanna’ hunt somethin’ down
Kill it and
Yea isn’t that what bein’ a man is all about

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