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