You got the new disease You knew his hands were not clean You were the Cherokee You bought his land of the free It seems like such a waste Selling out for seventh best So come on save some face Show the suit some soul This man is not your friend He breeds with non-believers He just brings you the bends He prays for all your demons He just adds salt to taste He can't see that saving grace So come on save some face Show the suit your soul So Go Give it to the Man Cause you do it better Go give it to the Man Cause you go forever Cause you put him together You got the new disease You knew your hands were not clean You got down on your knees You served the man your soul