Well you've got the kind of secret 
That you can't afford to tell 
So you gave it up to 
Jesus But he's dragging you to hell 
And you don't know what to make 
Of all the darkness in your head 
So you pray and then you cry 
And then you work until you're dead 
Now you've got the car, you've got the house 
You've got the job, you've got the spouse 
You hate your job, you hate your wife 
There's nothing on 
TV tonight 
You back is sore, your eyes are red 
The voices screaming in your head 
You went to see your doctor 
This is what the doctor said: 
It's so hard, it's so hard 
It's so hard, to be a man 
To be a good man 
So hard, so hard 
So hard, to be a man 
To be a good man 
So you take the children to the mall 
And send them on their way 
You can say your cash is fleeting 
But you know you're gonna pay 
When they get home they turn around 
They're off to see their friends 
And they'll smoke some pot 
And god knows what, until the party ends 
The wife is at the salon 
Getting pretty for her man 
But her tits are fake, and so's her tan 
Her hips are taking all the care 
You see her body in your bed 
And still the voices in your head 
You went to see your therapist 
And this is all he said: 
It's so hard, it's so hard 
It's so hard, to be a man 
To be a good man 
It's so hard, it's so hard 
It's so hard, to be a man 
To be a good man 
The weekend comes 
You grab your clubs 
You're off to play the links 
So now's your chance to be yourself 
With friends and cars and drinks 
When you get home, you're all alone 
The wife and kids are gone 
Where you can get some thinking done 
In a silent peaceful home 
But on the kitchen table 
There's a note from her that reads "You're never home, I'm so alone I'm taking everything" 
You start to tremble then the tears 
You haven't felt alive in years 
You think your life is over 
But it's really starting here