I am not my fathers son
A burnt out husk by 41
I do not drive his beat up truck
To a job that did more good than hurt
I do not have my fathers hands
Scars and bruises of a working man
I do not feel his bodies aches
But I know it will be mine some day
So bury me in all your revelations
Cover me in waves of self doubt
Bury me in all your expectations
Don't blame me when your words come from my mouth
Don't blame me when your words come from my mouth
I am not my fathers son
Broken heart and a stolen gun
I threw it in the red fish bay
And the water washes all away
So bury me in all your revelations
Cover me in waves of self doubt
Bury me in all your expectations
Don't blame me when your words come from my mouth
Don't blame me when your words come from my mouth
My father never joined the army but he's still fighting wars
He was hanging on to the end of the world i was hanging onto every world
Hanging on to every single word
Well I am not my fathers son
Time replaces every one