God's just gotta be a rocker. 'Cause when I'm in that pit and the music is thumping so hard my bones are vibrating I can feel the anger, the fear, the frustration leave my body. My head goes, my arms go and I sweat like I'm still shifting bricks in that knackers yard we call work. But when I'm done, I have a smile for the world, I'm new again. So book the babysitter, bring on that moshing beat, kick some ass on that electric guitar - we're gonna rule the night. Then tomorrow I can be mellow, I can be the "yes Sir" man at work and bring the bacon home to my family, read the kids a bedtime story and help my wife with the dusting and laundry. I'm a real man, who are you?