Son Of My Father

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 keep 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
Independent 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