Chicory Tip - Son Of My Father Lyrics

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, lovin' son"

Son of my father

Moulded, I was folded, I was free from draft

Son of my father

Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac'
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 independant views
Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due

Son of my father

Moulded, I was folded, I was free from draft

Son of my father