Standard (EADGBE)

Mama said to me we gotta have your life run right

Off you go to school where you can learn the rules there right

Be just like your dabbling father when it seems tradition

Never go astray and stay an honest, loving son

Son of my father

Moulded, I was folded, I was free from draft

Son of my father

Commanded I was branded in a plastic vac

Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts

Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in time

I saw through their lies and read the alibi signs

So I left my home, I'm really on my own at last

Left the wrong path and separated from the past

son of my father

Changing, rearranging into someone new

Son of my father

Collecting and selecting independent views

Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due

Son of my father

Moulded, I was folded, I was free from draft

Son of my father

Commanded I was branded in a plastic vac

Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts