Mother Mother — Mano a Mano

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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 Marlyboro to smoke
I’m just a flower child lately
Sippin’ the milk brought out by the poppyseed

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
Uh-uh-uh

But if you **** 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 a 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 pickin’ 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’s singing to sleep before it can deploy
He’s pinching a cheek of a little destroyer
He’s rocking grenaders in a cradle, a sedater .