I'm working my way toward our union mended
Born of your bellies I yearn for the cord
I'm working my way toward our union mended
To dispel our archaic reputation
I am a man who still does what he can
And I have been shamed and I have repented
Been crucified by enraged women
'Cuz I don't fare well with endless punishment
'Cause I am a man who understands your resistance
And this won't work well if you're hell bent on your offense
We don't fare well with endless reprimands
I'm working my way toward our union mended
I am a man who has heard all he can
I am man who has grown from a son
'Cuz I have been blamed and I have repented
I am son who was raised by such men
And this won't work well if you're hell bent on your offense
I'm working my way toward our union mended
We don't do well with a life served as a sentence
Years I have groveled, repentance ignored
And we have been blamed and we have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
And I have been blamed and I have repented
And we don't do well with a life served as a sentence
And I have been shamed and I have relented
We don't fare well with endless reprimands
I'm often reminded of the fools I'm among
