What Makes a Man

His fist was twisted tight, wrapped around the gun They say we've come a long, long way, we've still so far to come Oh Deputy, do you agree a pistol in your hand A mounted horse and no remorse, is that what makes a man? They say in my neighborhood, "To waste a good soldier is a sin" They say, "A war is worth fighting for if you've the will to win" Oh Conqueror, do you concur to own a chunk of land To fill a throne and die alone, ain't that what makes a man? His lights are brightest at night, must be the lights of fame He'd steal the tongues of old and young just to hear his name Oh Senator, are you so sure the world's at your command? To rake applause for breaking laws, is that what makes a man? Oh, Jesus came to us, he bowed his head and kneeled Was he afraid, when he prayed, if he'd be seen as real? To flood to the brim and hold it all in and never give a damn To keep yourself far from yourself, ain't that what makes a man? You look at me, from what you see, and tell me who I am My tears are clear, my blood is red, ain't that what makes a man?