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I’d like to be the man
Who runs amok in broad daylight
Who’s vested interest is met with the biggest bite
I’d like to be the man who doesn’t run from the fight

I’d like to be the man who cannot keep it in his pants
So comfortable in his skin you can’t help but be entranced
I’d like to be the man
But I think the chance has passed
Cos I know I’m not your first don’t even know if I’m your last

I'd like to be the man who leaves no tip and doesn't care
Who unapologetically leaves chewing gum under chairs
I wish I was a son of a bitch who didn't give a shit
Who was busy kicking ass, not busy being hit

You’re a hard lesson to learn, aren’t you
You’re a cause for concern

Poor boy
You’re not who you’re born to be
It runs in the family, the family, the family
Poor boy
Conflicted so constantly
It runs in the family, the family, the family

I’d like to be the one who gets to stick it in reverse
Does what the hell he wants and doesn’t care who’s left off worse
I’d like to be the man who cannot keep it in his pants
Scared I’ll do things different if I ever got the chance

You’re a hard lesson to learn

Poor boy, you're not who you're born to be
It runs in the family, the family, the family
Poor boy, conflicted so constantly
It runs in the family, the family, the family
It runs in the family, the family, the family
You're not who you're born to be, you're born to be, you're born to be
You're not who you're born to be, you're born to be, you're born to be

Poor boy, you're not who you're born to be
It runs in the family, the family, the family

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