Janis Ian Matthew
Footsteps on gravel at the neighborhood bar Things start to unravel, then they go too far The sound of pain written on the wind fades to grey and then goes dim
A boy is tied to a barbed wire fence for the crows to ride and the claws to clench For the sweet bouquet of blood and bone to undermine the scent of collegiate cologne
What makes a man a man? The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan? It's not who you love, but whether you can What makes a man a man?
Who did he harm, what was the crime? Did he walk too lightly, did he seem too shy? Did he make them wonder deep inside? Did they feel like real men when he died?
Did the waning moon look down from on high? Did the twinkling stars try to catch his eye? Did the wind caress his flesh and bone? Did they leave him there to die alone?
What makes a man a man? The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan? It's not who you love, but whether you can What makes a man a man
Now the stars are nailed to an empty sky The moon is pinned like a butterfly and I'm afraid to shine too bright since the day they took his life
So mothers, teach your children this Don't overreach, don't run the risk Hide in the shadows, don't expect your good heart to save your neck
What makes a man a man? The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan? It's not who you love, but whether you can What makes a man a man?
