I can't stand the pressure I've seen greater men than me, the lesser Make a horrible mess, sir Paint the headboard red, lord Just 'cause it was right there in the dresser, so easy Pick me up, kiss me, and you squeeze me I became a shadow of a picture Hidden underneath a fiction I became a man Nobody ever told me what a man was I found no solace in the scripture Are we not all our fathers' sons? I became a man Nobody ever told me what a man was I can't take the pretense Everybody working for the weekend I can see their eyes and their pockets, they're leaking And all I hear is just white noise when they're speaking (But I would never leave you, my love) There's too much reverb on the voices in my head I hear them singing but I can't make out the words Can something still sound like the truth Under the layers of distortion? I became a man Nobody ever told me what a man was