It all looks like concrete to me These friendly faces look like faces out of magazines And it's not about the resolution because it's all in the way you're dressed But we're stressed I adore back to back fighting Masquerading, gaslighting So maybe it's better with our heads in the sand What hairstyle can I get that's gonna make me man? I wanna hunt my meals I wanna say my peace Six Tesco bags at once And one between the teeth I wanna grow some balls And kick some with my feet Watch me watch some sports Please make a man out of me But all this means nothing to me All this means nothing to me Let me be your northern rail I wanna let you down I adore back to back fighting Masquerading, gaslighting I'm not your man