Son

Lyrics for Son

Oh, I feel sympathy Be grateful my son for what you get Expression and passion Ten days for watching the sunset When I was your age Amusement we made for ourselves Permission to breathe, Sir Don't talk like that, I'm your old man They'll soon be demobbed, son So join up as soon as you can You can't borrow that 'Cause that's for the races And doesn't grow on trees I only feel what touches me And feel in touching I can see A better state to be in Who has the right To question what I might do? In feeling I should touch the real And only things I feel It's advice and it's nice Yo know when you're best advised You're only turned thirty So son, you'd better apologize And when you grow up If you're good we will buy you a bike