Saw your mother yesterdaynI wish I was blindnHeard your father went awaynNot before timenSister Mary finally spokenHer words were soft and kindnnWe're all mennWe're not the hurting kindnnYou always told me what to saynI knew you were rightnBut I made it up anywaynI did it once, and I did it againnBrother Joseph got the jokenBut the joke was on himnnWe're all mennWe're not the hurting kindnWe're all mennWe're not the hurting kindnWe're all mennWe're not the hurting kindnnYou are a friend of mine I knownI can't get used to letting gonAnd I wish like hell that I knewnThe times we're going throughnnWe're all mennWe're not the hurting kindnWe're all mennWe're not the hurting kindnWe're all mennWe're not the hurting kind