A Man - Marc Almond

I really must stop always being the child

Chasing his youth his heart, nose to the wind

I really must cure my tender nostalgia

Bury deep my stars beneath the veil of night

I must postpone my Spanish ch鈚eau

Dreams that befuddle like an old wine

I must also give up those sunny states

To become a man

And when that day comes

You will forgive me, you won’t be surprised

When I show my teeth, when I show my bite

Then I will be a man

And I will stand tall

I really must share my classes with others

So my youth can pass at last, so I forget

I really must scrape my nails on my heart

That my life hardens with sorrow and pain

I must upset my guardian angels

Who soothed me too much

And when that day comes

You won’t be annoyed

If I scratch a bit, if I practice being… so savage!

You will forgive me, you won’t be surprised

When I show my teeth, when I show my bite

Then I will be a man

And I will stand tall

And you will be prepared to find before you

Someone who’s like you, a wolf among the wolves

Then I will be a man

And I will stand tall

And you will be prepared to find before you

Someone who’s like you, I’ll be a wolf among the wolves

Then I will be a man

And I will stand tall

Then I will be a man

And I will stand tall