What'll make me a man, he asks the man maker He stands like a boulder made of rice paper Watched death 'til it's like watching the weather Innocence plucked out of eyes like couch feathers We all sell our body one way or another He's forehead to forehead with the people called other Lend your life for the line in the front The more you're a man, the less you react to blood Oh man, you're winning the game With the rules you wrote and the road you made Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all Oh man, you're winning the game With the rules you wrote and the road you made Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all There's no salt on his skin No water in his face You must let it be evaporated with rage You'll be pure testosterone killed singing a war song You will only see manhood when your sight is gone You are one lonely motherfucker There's dope and beer to replace a brother You'll find your family another way Jesus is the father that didn't run away Oh man, you're winning the game With the rules you wrote and the road you made Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all Oh man, you're looking haunted With the laws you built and the roles you wanted Oh boy, oh boy, you're looking pale You got what you wanted You're a man, you're a male You're a man, you're a man, you're a man, you're a man, you're a man Steve Steve, wake up Wake up Steve, you're a man You're a man, Steve Steve Steve What the fuck is wrong with Steve? He wears death's merch Goes to every location that death promises to be a dice roll randomization He holds onto God like a pillow that's torn Clutching that cotton as he heads into war, so So what are you doing here looking so small? Why aren't you cheering and stripping in the banquet hall? You begged for power and power responded You got the worst thing of all, everything you fucking wanted Oh man, you're winning the game With the rules you wrote and the road you made Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all Oh man, you got your guns and grenades The kids are dead, the women are afraid The boys are down there cheering in the crowd Man, oh man, oh, aren't you proud