My brother was a boy, a little school boy His head was full of joy, until My father worked his hands If son you understand You must go fighting for you land And kill At eighteen years old He did was he was told Packed his bags and he sold his will To a system full of flaws Build upon fake laws It had him in its claws It did They told him You'll be a man of manners Man of manners Man of manners you'll be A man of manners Man of manners Man of manners you'll be They told him what was wrong And they told him what was right Told him what was day and what was night And he was all alone And far away from home With no postcard, no phone he had But still he sang I'll be a man of manners A man of manners Man of manners I'll be A man of manners Man of manners Man of manners I'll be You wait and see And after his first year He'd cried every tear Had faced every fear And said I don't know how I wive And now the killing gets me high My life's become a life I gone by For now I am a man of manners A man of manners Man of manners I am A man of manners Man of manners Man of manners I am Am I am And after two more days And in many different ways My brother died in that place he did And after two more days And in many different ways My brother died in that place poor kid But he was a man of manners A man of manners Man of manners he was A man of manners Man of manners Man of manners he was He was first class