| When a ship is sinking and they lower the lifeboats
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| And hand out the life jackets, the men keep on their coats
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| The women and the children are the ones who must go first
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| And the men who try to save their skins are cowards and are cursed
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| Every man’s a captain, men know how to drown
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| Man the lifeboats if there’s room, otherwise go down
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| And it’s the same when there’s a war on: it’s the men who go to fight
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| Women and children are civilians, when they’re killed it’s not right
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| Men kill men in uniform, its the way war goes
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| When they run they’re cowards, when they stay they are heroes
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| Every man’s a general, men go off to war
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| The battlefields a man’s world, cannon fodders what they’re for
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| It’s the men who have the power, it’s the men who have the might
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| And the world’s a place of horror because each man thinks he’s right
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| A man’s home is his castle so the family let him in
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| But what’s important in that kingdom is the women and the children
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| A husband and a father, every man’s a king
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| But he’s really just a drone, gathers no honey, has no sting
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| Have pity on the general, the king, and the captain
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| They know they’re expendable, after all they’re men |