Do you remember When I was 22 And you'd crawl yourself into my twin and ask me to dim the room Fire! Fire! That word was true I try to find the silver lining inside my pissed off views oh oh Couldn't handle the bottle So I asked for more Went from standing tall and noble to begging from the floor I couldn't handle the virgin Lying on my bed Have to phone an amateur man into paint this town hall red, red, red Paint it red God didn't make revival For the white as snow So march yourself down to that river and clean you head to toe Cold! Cold! That water ran So I tucked myself into her current And I stood up... I stood up a man I stood a man A man A man A man