Looking in the mirror on his way out in town
They'd better look at him with lust, respect and honour his crown Your space is his for the taking, his ego this close to breaking, one contradiction or frustration he's the saddest of clowns.
He's entitled to it all because of his chromosomes so if he wants a woman bad she'd better follow him home
Wrong time wrong place wrong clothes right face and there is nothing he won't be willing to claim as his own

Look out for Eve and look out for Pandora
Any woman that's not sat in a corner
Look out for brains and look out for the rage
To not just rattle but be done with the cage

He's got us coined as a disorder
Asylums, dependance, hysteria
He's got us screaming bloody murder
The witch trials, removals and acid scars

The alpha male on the prowl, every word a mere growl
Deep down off because he never got a woman to howl
Locker rooms, clubhouse , courtrooms, jailhouse
Feeling threatened by the very distant prospect of change
Thinking nothing of making a human being deranged
They're all crazy and inferior, they're property and carriers, cheaters, liars , sinners and the worst in every area
But he'd be thrilled if he could marry her

Look out for Eve and look out for Pandora
Any woman that's not sat in a corner
Look out for brains and look out for the rage
To not just rattle but be done with the cage

He's got us coined as a disorder
Asylums, dependance, hysteria
He's got us screaming bloody murder
The witch trials, removals and acid scars

He'd better bury his head in the sand
He'd better favour his word over hand
Don't you say a single word
Shut your mouth your voice is heard