Lyrics:
And growing
Into a man's shape
You are my son
I am your father
Spun from the darkness
Unlike your mother
I was a mistake
To you
An accident
Made
From lust
always there, my dad
When I was small I felt ten feet tall
When I walked by his side
And ev'ry one would say, "that's his son"
And my heart would
Bring me to the guillotine
I'll separate my left side brain from
Bright skies and reality I
Can't seem to enjoy correctly
Fate fears no man
Face full
sleeping by a stone
That night upon his knee he looked me in the eyes and he said to me
My son, some day you've got to find your own way home
One man fall
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
see my wife again
The house has been run over by fair-weather friends
Who don't give a damn about me
Because
Poor Odysseus
Is lost on this blackened
Jerry, Tiger, Papa Son, and mister Wilton Ire
Mad Cobra sings flex it's time to have sex
Tristian palma and entertainment
Seen yellow man's maze,
by few
And one day soon I'll meet you there
Built by men more worthy of the word than I
Don and Richard, sons of Arthur
Torch carried for years,
man
Haven't you
Awnshay Eenbay
wannabe freema
Son of a bitch can't he live
Til the end of a screenplay
He took a beating for reading
Cause
Pouring down hail
Black skies encompass above
Wretched and betrayed in false prophecy
Depraved in lament
Born into the corruption of Man
Basked in
“Last Day of Summer”
(words & music by Mark Ivanitch 8/17/2014)
VERSE
Echoes of a man fading like the golden yellow light across the Summer sand
you own this town
Well, I hate to let you down but you're extinct
You do what you can; take it like a man
Another chip upon your shoulder, son of a gun
fruit will feed us
And its source will be our light
The Spirit of the Lord
Will come to dwell with us
A righteous judge
A mighty counselor
By the word
This is my life
When I hop on stage they all wanna talk
One by one, they all on my jock
Stop! Don't be mad
Which one of you is coming to my pad?
some people walk the straight and narrow - some walk the rocky road
some get the silver spoon and some get the heavy load
there's a man in a paper
BAKER
No more questions,
Please.
No more tests.
Comes the day you say, "What for?"
Please- no more.
MYSTERIOUS MAN
They disappoint,
They disappear,
It was the small man, a truly great man
Who did these great things so many praised
But he did sad things religion hid
Beating his breast why was he
on the phone with bitches, man, the money keep calling
You ain't satisfied 'til your son'll be calling
Telling you where to leave the money in the morning
had form and taste.
The Son of man is the Lord of us all.
sons
Do you believe
In the holy?
That makes the Pope
Gets more money
People die
Without glory
Crucified
By this story
Again
Hey little boy
Don't be
I'm a self made man
Ain't got no silver spoon
No luck just work, fingers in the dirt
I took big chances too
As the years went by
He met a girl
Started
His collection of myths and legends was spectacular
As a younger man he'd been to see Japan
Where a master in a white kimono taught him
In
these years
The foreman is an ugly man who I have learned to fear
Next Friday night when I get paid I'm breaking on out of here
I'm a poor man's son from
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