Every man must learn to start a fire
Every man must keep things to himself
Every man must learn to charm pretty women
In bars and discotheques
Be strong in the face of death
And always stand out from the rest
Every man must learn to start a fire
Every man must keep things to himself Every man must be sweet,
humble and caring
A foam beard,
a master of * And getting over the hill
It's funny how these things we sing mean everything to you
We feel so sorry for you
Let
me show you around
Simple really,
oh
Who cares if you don't shake with foam
hands It's who you are
Every man must learn to start a fire
They could all write better words than this
These men,
these men
These men,
these men
