Son Of My Father

Mama said to me, we gotta have your life run right
 Off you go to school where you can learn the rules there right
 Be just like your dabbling father when it seems tradition
 Never go astray and stay an honest loving son
 Son of my father
 Molded, I was folded, I was free from drive
 Son of my father
 Commanded, I was branded in a plastic bag
 Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts
 Tried to let me in, but I jumped out of my skin in time
 I saw through the lies and read the alibi signs
 So I left my home, I'm really on my own at last
 Left the trodden path and separated from the past
 Son of my father
 Changing, rearranging into someone new
 Son of my father
 Collecting and selecting independent views
 Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due
 Son of my father
 Molded, I was folded, I was free from drive
 Son of my father
 Commanded, I was branded in a plastic bag
 Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts