Mano a Mano

You got a lotta bravado

You coppin' massive machismo, you know

You wanna mano a mano, baby

I'm ain't no violent type though, you know me

Don't got no villain vaquero

Don't got no Marly Boro to smoke

I'm just a flower child, lately

Sippin' the milk brought out by the poppy seed

Help me help you understand

I'm not a real man

I am the mistress of a gun

I get it in bed before it kills someone, yeah

But if you fuck with my family

You'll see the lover inside me leave me

I've got a bull ballistic, baby

He get a little sadistic, a little crazy

Help me help you to understand

He's not a real man

He's a delinquent in the street

Out running his mouth off

Unable to speak of a simple feeling

We live in a jungle

A bloody jungle

Mano a mano jungle, baby

You're not the violent type

Well, to you godspeed

Somebody help me to understand

Just what is a real man

Is it an infant with a stick?

Out picking a fight with the quieter kids

I have come to understand

Just what is a real man

He is the mamma of a war

He sing it to sleep before it can deploy

He's pinching the cheek of a little destroyer

He's rocking grenaders in a cradle

A sedater