作词 : Moses Sumney
作曲 : Moses Sumney/Noah Kardos-Fein
On a long hike through
Blue ridge mountains
I can feel the earth
Overtake my skin
And I realize none
Of this matters
Cuz I will return
To dust and matter
Cheers to the patriarchs
And the marble arch
Playin' their part
The gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna slip right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea, son
Dear son,
We pick our own prisons
To stake dominion over all that one surveys
Is the virile, viral way
Here's to the boys
And the noise
Playin the part
The gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong “I”
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
You've got the wrong idea, son
Dear, son
You pick your own prison
You want dominion to make minions of the stars
Made up of what you are
Are, are, are, are, are
You are, are, are, are, are
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea,
作词 : Moses Sumney
作曲 : Moses Sumney/Noah Kardos-Fein
On a long hike through
Blue ridge mountains
I can feel the earth
Overtake my skin
And I realize none
Of this matters
Cuz I will return
To dust and matter
Cheers to the patriarchs
And the marble arch
Playin' their part
The gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna slip right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea, son
Dear son,
We pick our own prisons
To stake dominion over all that one surveys
Is the virile, viral way
Here's to the boys
And the noise
Playin the part
The gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong “I”
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
You've got the wrong idea, son
Dear, son
You pick your own prison
You want dominion to make minions of the stars
Made up of what you are
Are, are, are, are, are
You are, are, are, are, are
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea,