I got one in the crib
One on the way
c cold one in the fridge
cnd the strong one I just drank
I've lost control of everything
The devil knows my name
But this baby boy's still on the way
So all I can do is pray

God make him an astronaut
Make him an architect
Hell give him a restaurant
I got a laundry list
Of all possibilities of things that he could be
But Lord please
Don't make him like me

I was born in ‘83
On cpril 22
cnd dad's the same as me
Battling the booze
I can picture him so helpless
In the days before my birth
On his knees next his bed
I bet he was whispering these words

God make him an astronaut
Make him an architect
Hell give him a restaurant
I got a laundry list
Of all possibilities of things that he could be
But Lord please
Don't make him like me

cnd for dad it didn't work
Cause look how I turned out
But there's still some hope for my baby boy so I'm gonna pray right now

Lord make him an astronaut
How bout an architect
Hell give him a tackle shop
I don't care what it is
Make him an astronaut
How bout an architect
Hell give him a restaurant
I don't care what it is
Of all possibilities of things that he could be
Lord please
Don't make him like me