Текст песни Mano a Mano - Mother Mother

You got a lotta bravado
You coppin' massive machismo, you know
You wanna mano a mano, baby?
I 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

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 streets
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 mama 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