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Father said to me we gotta have your life run nightOff you got to school where you can learn the rules there rightBe just like your dad ladFollow in the same traditionNever go astray and stay an honest lovin' son.Son of my fatherMolded I was folded I was preform-packedSon of my fatherCommanded I was branded in a plastic vac'Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts.Tried to keep me in but jumped out of my skin in timeI saw through the lies and read the alibi signsSo I left my home I'm really on my own at lastLeft the trodden path and separated from the past.Son of my fatherChanging rearranging into someone newSon of my fatherCollecting and selecting independent viewsKnowing and I'm showing that a change is due.Son of my fatherMolded I was folded...Son of my fatherMolded I was folded... From Letras Mania