Stepson

I'm freehe can't touch mesix feet downand there's no sadnesshands and heads fullold and hostile fists are poundingnothing's simpleno respect or meaningwhy the screamingwhen he's goneburn the house downtoo proud to come to mewhen you were dyingwell look at the dashnow you're fryinghands and heads fullold and hostile fist are poundingnothing's simpleno respect or meaningwhy the screamingwhen he's goneburn the house downnothing's simpleno respect or meaningwhy the screamingnever wimperhide your feelingsand when he's gone