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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Ruptak
Songwriter
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Became a real man rolling on the footrests
In grandma's basement, 1996
Berate the feeling, put it into writing
Rewrote the rule and then found hanging from a fence
In the gazebo, hunting with my cousins
Boil an egg and paint the crucifix on it
Hurt Brandon's feelings, rosy cheeks and bruises
Before the summer comes, we'll incubate in this
Became a real man, crippled by my dad's friends
Bar mitzvah concept, give me all your gifts
Deep in the hive bed, mezzanine on Christmas
Chomping at the bit and living high and penniless
Or was it death bed, blanketed in shed skin
Ten paces, turn and face the royal heretic
Believe in something, even if it's stupid
Might be the reason why we're all still clenching fists
Became a real man when everyone was sleeping
I set a fire with my books on the carpet
Til mama smelled it, completely fucking lost it
Spinning in circles with that flaming elephant
So what makes a real man better than a sad sack
Forsaking reason, never looking at the map
Take it in seasons, try to keep on breathing
Everyone's a freak and I am so okay with that
Written by: Anthony Ruptak