My Father’s Son


Compositores: Vedder/Ament/McCready
I come from genius and I am my father’s son
Too bad he was a psychopath
And now I’m the next in line

Then there’s dear mother, yeh shirley
She’s a work of art
Never got top dollar, but she gave us all our start

Can I get a reprieve?
This gene pool drowning me
Can I get a release?
I’m a volunteer amputee

From the moment I fail
I call on DNA
Why such betrayal?
Got me tooth and nail

Yeh, How’s about one conversation
With nothing else left to be had?
With this your young long lost son
And his never had dear old dad

Forget the insemination
And for that, I’m supposed to be glad?
What a pity you left us so soon
To climb your mountain of regret

Can I get a reprieve?
This gene pool dark and deep
Can I get a release?
Can I volunteer amputee

From the moment I fail
I call on DNA
Why such betrayal?
I gotta set sail

All the bright lights shining
As you’re trying to breathe in thin air
Cannot forget your hiding
Collected wounds left unhealed

When every thought you’re thinking
Sinks you darker than a new moon sky
Far away lights rising
In the whites of your eyes

Now father you’re dead and gone
And I’m finally free to be me
Thanks for all your fucked-up gifts
For which I got no sympathy

Now I’m living in a war torn place
Hear the bombs, a 5th Symphony
Thanks for this and thanks for that
I gotta let go legacy

Can I get a reprieve?
This gene pool drowning me
Can I beg a release?
Can I volunteer amputee

From the moment I fail
I call on DNA
Why such betrayal?
I gotta set sail  

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Sobre el autor

Víctor D. S. G.
Cofundador de EstúpidaFregona.net a finales de 1999. Apasionado de la música rock en particular pero que no le hace ascos al folk, stoner, post-rock y cualquier otra variante. Instagram: @VitiSainz

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