Your Father's Son

[Verse 1] Wielding words like aimless arrows You should be careful where you stand It could be days, it could be hours But every arrow's got to land So if you're any good at riddles You should take a crack at this If every second has a fiddle Does every razor have a wrist it fits? [Chorus] So, well, what you've become is your father's son which will never be much of anyone Well, what you've become is your father's son which will never be much of, of anyone [Verse 2] Stealing time in raids and riots Now you've more than you can hold And so you're gambling with a giant From some fairytale you've told So if you're any good at bluffing I suggest you do it quick 'cause everyone is next to nothing And every tock will have a tick it fits [Chorus 2] So, well, what you've become is your father's son which will never be much of anyone Well, what you've become is your father's son which will never be much of anyone Well, what you've become can not be undone and You'll never be much of, of anyone [Bridge] God help you if you ever need a friend God help you if you ever need a friend God help you if you ever need a friend God help you if you ever Ever, oh-oh-oh-oh [Chorus 3] Well… what you've become is your father's son which will never be much of anyone Well, what you've become is your father's son which will never be much of anyone Well, what you've become can not be undone and You'll never be much of anyone Well, what you've become is your father's son which will never come too much of anyone