Bitter Men Songtext
von Staplers

Well, not much of a chance to be caught off guard
Bet I could jump this fence if I tried real hard
A cracked open face
The red running cold
A boyish lie wins every time
I′m manly when I'm bold

(What...)
So here′s a little story for you

The taste the of dirt, my bird, reminds the buried deep of bittersweet and worried hurt
Aimlessly we grit our teeth, for our fathers' fathers burned
Coffee stirring bug eyed talent writes of cynical worlds, romanticized girls, and guitars
A long-haired boy cries "so do I"
And now it's my turn

Here′s a little story, better get me some help
Here′s a little story, just believe in yourself
Bitter boys buy little toys built to amuse or cry a noise
A big bang I understand
Keep up the sound, 'cause when it′s gone...
I'm not enough of a son


(I′m not-)

I'm on a war painted beat, tip to feet
I′m wearing two black stripes a cheek
Swinging 'cross a concrete jungle
Crying, shouting, dying to believe

Another little story, better get me some help
Here's a little story
(It goes on and on, and on, and on, and on)
Honey, just believe in yourself
Bitter boys buy little toys built to assault or cry a noise
A big bang I understand
Keep up the sound, ′cause when it′s gone...
I'm not enough of a son
I′m not enough of a son
I'm not enough of a son
I′m not enough of a son
I'm not enough of a son
I′m not enough of a son
I'm not enough of a son
I'm not enough of a son