One I was younger than
The youngest of fragile minds
I ate the day with bad manners
Then spit out the rind
And mother told me
As I looked to the sky
Yes my mother told me "my dear son
You're not the one"
I flew from home when I was just twenty-one
Young enough to be the father of someone
I've got a conch p***** with conch republic rum
My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said:
"Son, by god what I could have done
And you're just like me
You can really put 'em down
Oh if I was in your place I'd stay, have fun
But i? not the one"
Now I'm sitting here
Haggling over sums
Of money made by someone else
To me it don't belong
I toss a smile to the mighty boss
He's my god
But I'm a bit backwards
And I know he's just a f****** dog
The youngest of fragile minds
I ate the day with bad manners
Then spit out the rind
And mother told me
As I looked to the sky
Yes my mother told me "my dear son
You're not the one"
I flew from home when I was just twenty-one
Young enough to be the father of someone
I've got a conch p***** with conch republic rum
My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said:
"Son, by god what I could have done
And you're just like me
You can really put 'em down
Oh if I was in your place I'd stay, have fun
But i? not the one"
Now I'm sitting here
Haggling over sums
Of money made by someone else
To me it don't belong
I toss a smile to the mighty boss
He's my god
But I'm a bit backwards
And I know he's just a f****** dog