Like Father, Like Son - Adam Pascal, John Hickok

Zoser:

Don’t come on so cocksure boy, you can’t escape your genes

No point in feeling pure boy, your background intervenes

Listen good and listen straight, you’re not the master of your fate

To this you must be reconciled, you’ll always be your father’s child

At times acclaimed, at times reviled

You’ll wind up doing just what I’ve done

Like father, like son

Radames:

Don’t assume your vices get handed down the line

That a parent’s blood suffices to condemn the child’s design

I’ve done wrong, I can’t deny, but at least I know that I Shouldn’t blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock

I’m no chip off any block, I wouldn’t wish those words on anyone

Like father, like son

Zoser:

Son you’re nervous, take my hand

All is settled, all is planned

You’ve got the world at your command

I don’t think you understand

Radames:

I appreciate too well

The squalor at which you excel

it isn’t very hard to tell

Evil’s a distinctive smell

Zoser:

He’s lost all sense of reason, and why?

Some foreign slut

That is the road called treason,

Some doors are slamming shut

Just like me he’s found that flesh can excite but will enmesh

Once we rid him of this blight.

Once this harlot’s out of sight.

Then I think he’ll see the light.

He won’t walk back to daddy he will run.

Like father, like son…