Losing his own nature
Tearing at the seams
When there’s little left to wait for
But a bad memory

Oh they moulded and they shaped you
Till you forgot to dream
Now the place you crawl for comfort
Is a place you can’t reach

Oh, oh
What makes a man
What makes a man

They said you could move a mountain
Little mustard seed
Now you’re weighed and you’ve been counted
You don’t mean that much to me

And the taste it leaves on your tongue
Gives you no relief
Now you’re looking for deliverance
From things you can’t unsee

So long, so long, so long
To bad memories

Oh, oh
What makes a man
What makes a man
Oh, oh
What makes a man
What makes a man

What makes a man
What makes a man
What makes a man
What makes a man
What makes a man
What makes a man
What makes a man
What makes a man

Oh, oh
What makes a man
What makes a man
Oh, oh
What makes a man
What makes a man