Father Song

I am the son of a swinger who turned his back Who liked to lick his hands clean Who would have thought that he would rise again But I'll beat him down, I'll beat him down, beat him down I've counted my change a million times But I'm not sure so I'll count it again Planted my hooks, I got new dirty looks I've been patient, man Ready for my revenge At work, at home Looking in always sideways up and down I just can't come clean Like a blood brother, yeah I can't forget it Here's my dilemma in five fruity colors Snack Ma Masonic and gold I'm holding my cards so you can cheat like a man But you're missing the point, this here is wrapped around my neck now Yeah dirty, on through the deep I can't believe, yeah I gotta live it down Like a killer, at least, I'm like a blood brother Yeah I gotta kill it I am the son of a swinger who turned his back Who liked to lick his hands clean Who would have thought that he would rise again But I'll beat him down, I'll beat him At work, at home Looking in, always sideways up and down I just can't come clean Like a blood brother, yeah I can't forget it Yeah dirty, I do the deep I can't believe, yeah I gotta live it down Like a killer, at least, I'm like a blood brother