We're About 9 - The Man lyrics

I got a call from an old friend she seemed to need a hand I put my two cents in I'd like to do what I can but she said 'you blond-haired, blue-eyed, skinny, Christian, tall, straight male suburban democrat how can you possible understand?' but I was born an artist and I was taught in the womb you would work more and earn less and be held down by an invisible hand its the man, its the man, its the man, its the man, its the man people are like sugar just trying to be sweet but if you put enough together we will make you sick and ruin your dinner with our politics and k** you slowly with our invisible hands its the man, its the man, its the man, its the man, its the man I know I'm still growing I know I'm still getting weaker growing more like them with their cushy offices and more perspectives but I'm not losing track of my objectives I'm turning down their offers and taking a chance and writing a song about their invisible hands its the man, its the man, its the man, its the man, its the man I got a call from an old friend she seemed to need a hand I put my two cents in I'd like to do what I can but she said 'you blond-haired, blue-eyed, skinny, Christian, tall, straight male suburban democrat how can you possible understand?' but I was born an artist weren't you born an artist, too?