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