Letra de My Father’s Son (Live)
I come from a genius and I am my father's son Yeah, too bad he was a psychopath and now I'm the next in line Then there's dear mother, yeah, surely she's a work of art Never got top dollar, but she gave us all our startCan I get a reprieve? This gene pool, dark and deep Can I beg a release? I'm a volunteer amputee? From the moment I fail I call on DNA Why such betrayal Got me tooth and nailHow's about one conversation with nothing else left to be had How with this your young long lost son, and his never had dear old dad I 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 regretCan I beg a release? This gene pool, dark and deep Can I beg a relieve I'm a volunteer amputee? From the moment I fell I called on DNA Why such betrayal? Oh, I gotta set sailAll real bright light shining as you're trying to breathe in thin air Cannot forget you're hiding collected wounds, left unhealed When every thought you're thinking sinks you darker than the new moon sky The far away lights shining in the whites of your eyesNow father you're dead and gone and I'm finally free to be me Thanks for all your fucked-up gifts for which I've got no sympathy 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 legacyCan I get a reprieve? This gene pool, dark and deep Can I beg a release? Can I volunteer amputee? From the moment I fell I called on DNA Why such betrayal Oh, I gotta set sailI thought it was much better This one written by a great friend and greatest drummers, Mr. Matt Cameron We don't play that often but it's, oh, Matt fucking Cameron I forgot his middle name Matt fucking Cameron This here number's called "Crop Duster"