Difficult Son

It's a complicated picture That's taken time to figure out I should be wracked with guilt or conscience now But I just played the cards I found I've punched my anger into these machines And then erased it every time For all the pistol-smoke and silences I still just want to make you proud I still just want to make you proud I still just want to make you proud Difficult father, difficult son Difficult father, difficult son Difficult father, difficult son Difficult father, difficult son Perhaps no beauty can be found here 200 faces stare me down I try to sing a song of brotherhood But I'm a stranger in this town I've got new shoulders that I cry on I embrace the day that I got out For all the wasted years of distances I still just want to make you proud I still just want to make you proud I still just want to make you proud Difficult father, difficult son Difficult father, difficult son Difficult father, difficult son Difficult father, difficult son