Me and my brother were talking to each other 'Bout what makes a man a man Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born We just couldn't understand
Our old man didn't like our appearance He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother We knew what we had to do We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo I'm a man now, thanks to you I expect I'll regret you But the skin graft man won't get you You'l be there when I die Tattoo