Yesterday I met the postman Bringing packages from England I smiled as to not provoke him Then asked: What's up with the gun, man? Its been so hot in here for days, the ice cream's melting Given the means and the ways, the sex is helping I lost directions to the microwaving meals And my Captain & Tennille Now I try to keep my head above my shoes Especially in front of new wave hairdos A dying man said to me with his dead lips Selling crack in Eubonics Oh, as not to offend or annoy, or strike a bad note As not to damage or destroy, or say a bad word I gave directions to the nearest coffee shop So maybe he'd stop, so maybe he'd stop Wake up world, it's time to go 'Cause this life can bring you down, so down Wake up world, it's time to go And turn around the opposite way Are you man enough? Are you man enough? Are you man enough to take the blame for this? Are you man enough? Are you man enough? Are you man enough to take the blame for this? Are you man enough? Are you man enough? Are you man enough to take the blame for this? Are you man enough? Are you man enough? Are you man enough to take the blame for this? Are you man enough? Are you man enough? Are you man enough to take the blame for this? Are you man enough to take the blame for this?