Father Song

I am the son of a swinger who turned his back Who liked to lick his hands clean Who would have thought that he would rise again? But I'll beat him down, I'll beat him down, beat him down I've counted my change a million times But I'm not sure, so I'll count it again Planted my hooks, I got new dirty looks I've been patient, man Ready for my revenge At work, at home Looking in, always sideways, up and down I just can't come clean Like a blood brother, yeah, I can't forget it Here's my dilemma, in five fruity colors Snack Ma Masonic and gold I'm holding my cards, so you can cheat like a man But you're missing the point, this here is wrappеd around my neck now Yeah, dirty, on through the deep I can't bеlieve, yeah, I gotta live it down Like a killer, at least, I'm like a blood brother Yeah, I gotta kill it I am the son of a swinger who turned his back Who liked to lick his hands clean Who would have thought that he would rise again? But I'll beat him down, I'll beat him At work, at home Looking in, always sideways, up and down I just can't come clean Like a blood brother, yeah, I can't forget it Yeah, dirty, I do the deep I can't believe, yeah, I gotta live it down Like a killer, at least, I’m like a blood brother