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When I was just a kidEverything I didWas to be like himUnder my skinMy father always thoughtIf I was strong and foughtNot like some albatross, I'd beginTo fit inLook at me, powerlessAnd holding my breathTrying hard to repressWhat scared him to deathIt was never easyTo be his type of manTo breathe freelyWas not in his planAnd the best part of meIs what he wouldn't seeI'm not my father's sonI'm not the image of what he dreamed ofWith the strength of Sparta and the patience of JobStill couldn't be the one to echo what he'd doneAnd mirror what was not in meLetras de cancionesSo I jumped in my dreamsAnd found an escapeMaybe I went to extremesOf leather and laceBut the world seemed brighterSix inches off the groundAnd the air seemed lighterI was profoundAnd I felt so proudJust to live out loudI'm not my father's sonI'm not the image of what he dreamed ofWith the strength of Sparta and the patience of JobStill couldn't be the one to echo what he'd doneAnd mirror what was not in meThe endless torrent of expectationsSwirling inside my mind wore me downI came to a realizationAnd I finally turned aroundTo seeThat I could just be meI'm not my father's sonI'm not the image of what he dreamed ofWith the strength of Sparta and the patience of JobStill couldn't be the oneTo echo what he'd doneAnd mirror what was not in meWe're the same, Charlie boy, you and me(Charlie from Northampton, meet Simon from Clapton.Let's make boots.) From Letras Mania