Rusted Root
Rusted Root - Bad Son lyrics
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Bad son, there you go There you go again Many matches come Many matches go You ain't listening my friend You might listen though Little wet boy, you got no clothes on And see You be dog gone Bad son, there you go Whatta you try to proof? Bad son, blood on your hands You need a consequence So whatta we waiting for? You're not listening This isn't something that can break You sent freedom out the door Don't make no sense to me Your ignorance or your vanity You sent more You sent more to die, die, die You're not listening You're not, not listening though Bad son, there you go There you go again Whatta you trying to do? Bad son, blood on your hands It's time to clean up your mess But you're not listening Your mind is sober cut You're not listening You're not, not listening (You're not listening You're not, not listening) You mind is cold (You're not listening You're not, not listening) More miss than bull Less scalp will do you well You better wear something that's more emperor Don't speak Not another word said ?, so it's time for bed Got to be a man Who cares? ? your father Your father knows best Listen to you father Your father knows best You're not listening Little emperor, you've got no clothes on Bad son, there you go Whatta you trying to proof? Bad son, whatta you doing now? Where's your common sense? 'Cause bad son, yeah we all know, you're not a president Bad son, blood on your hands You need a consequence So whatta we waiting for? You're not listening You're not, not president You're not listening It's time to count the dead