Father Son Holy Mountain

Do you think I'd be a good dad? You said "Yeah" – but you're supposed to say that The sun on the table's drawing lines on your face It took a whole village to turn out this way And then I say I am my father's son I'm telling everyone I'm just a chip off the old block 'Cause I've got my mother's eyes Sometimes I make her cry Can't help say "Sorry", then move on We're all the same My role was written way Before I was ever born But it's a part I play I was thinking 'bout my grandma When she ran away with a communist Then moved right to Perth to start a family And she raised two kids in a tiny house Then they grew up, then they moved out Then she passed away We're all the same (two kids in a tiny house) This song was written way Before I was ever born But it's the one I play I am my father's son I'm telling everyone I'm just a chip off the old block 'Cause I've got my mother's eyes Sometimes I make her cry Can't help say "Sorry", then move on Holy mountain, take me with you Backseat of your car Burn my money, all belongings Leave me in the dark