Man is powerful and man is ultratough
Man is muscular, vascular and buff
Man wear wig so have no dandruff
His hands will reap but will not sew
The glories he tells of but doesn’t show
Twelve feet under the frozen snow
And miles beneath permafrost below
You’ll find my heart dead long ago
Resting in this dark and frigid place
How else could I ever show my face
Far above floating in outer space
You’ll find my brain held in place
By the gravity of your venetian grace
Diving slowly towards its obliteration
Craving catastrophe over desolation
My skin knitted into a flag of our nation
Assault rifles unifying a confederation
Under an orange god of molestation
My leathered hide simply can’t get enough
So kiss me sweetly and treat me rough
