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Mama said to me we gotta have your life run right Off you got to school where you can learn the rules there right Be just like your dad lad Follow in the same tradition Never go astray and stay an honest lovin' son Son of my father Moulded, I was folded, I was preform-packed Son of my father Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac' Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in time I saw through the lies and read the alibi signs So I left my home I'm really on my own at last Left the trodden path and separated from the past Son of my father Changing, rearranging into someone new Son of my father Collecting and selecting independant views Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due. Son of my father moulded, I was folded, I was preform-packed Son of my father Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac' Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts From Letras Mania