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Post by Julie on Jun 5, 2007 20:47:50 GMT -5
Father's Son
Steady girl, on your feet You and your wonderings Bread can feed a few So can some cartoons
So it ends So it begins I'm my father's son Plant another seed of hate In a trusting virgin gun
Steady girl, for the show God versus God ringside Littered with corpses Neither God can forgive
So the desert blooms Strawberry cactus Can you blame nature If she's had enough of us?
Steady boy, watch them pray To you, I suspect If you keep my flesh firm I'll ready those sacraments
So it ends So it begins I'm my father's son So it ends So it begins I'm my father's son Plant another seed of hate In another father's son
I think this has to do with the constant vicious circle of father's teaching their sons to be as tough as possible and to not even get close to being a "wussy" of any sort and the fear of what's to come of the future with these behaviors. "Plant another seed of hate in another father's son."
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