Johar My Son

My old Dad, he once turned to me Said son, life's not all it's made out to be Life - why is it so cruel Johor my son Don't be like me - always on the run, on the run It's such a mystery to me As I raise my glass - look over the sea A pretty, pretty bird on my shoulder my word As I bask in the sun, sip Jamaican rum Singing my song But I promise I don't mean you no harm Be is it may I can't find my way In this world full of rules A world rich with fools Where no one believes A world full of thieves Escape into the sun A man on the run My old Dad, he once turned to me Said son, life's not all it's made out to be Life - why is it so cruel Johor my son Don't be like me - always on the run, on the run Home is alone A life at sea As I follow this course My destiny Appeasing desires Fueling my fire Filling in time With a life born of crime Weather the storms A life without form A traiter to me My one family And the colour's they fade Paradise gone astray Falling away And with salt on my tongue I turn to my son My young son, he once turned to me Said Dad, what did you turn out to be I said son, I was such a fool - Jordan my son Don't be like me - always on the run, on the run