Son - Billy Burke

Chained to the weekend

Sunday, Saturdays, Tuesdays, holidays

They all mean the same thing

To the knave in the corner

And he waves his friends away

There’s only enough for

That son of a woman who

Never knew what she wanted to do

She had three children and he was the last one

She taught him indirectly to hang until the party ends

How to be the last one and the last one says

Show me where the sidewalk ends

Hey, you gotta keep an eye on me

Tell me if the blood is red

When my head hits the ground

No, it doesn’t matter where I land

Your concrete loves my crown

I’m the son of the queen of tomorrow-land

I have no trouble falling down

She said, why such a blue expression

Did you find out a good time wasn’t everything

Well, nothing is everything

And he wakes up shivering and throws a breath away

Tell it to the judge, son.

Get wise, open your eyes, find out where the demon lies

He got no business beating up on you anymore

'cause he taught you indirectly to hang until the party ends

How to be the last one and the last one says

Show me where the sidewalk ends

Hey, you gotta keep an eye on me

Tell me if the blood is red

When my head hits the ground

No, it doesn’t matter where I land

The concrete loves my crown

I’m the son of the queen of tomorrow-land

I have no trouble falling down

Show me where the sidewalk ends

You gotta save your strength and keep an eye on me

Tell me if the blood is red

When my head hits the ground

No, it doesn’t matter where I land

The concrete loves my crown

I’m the son of the queen of tomorrow-land

I have no trouble falling down