---

When I was young girls kept calling me.

A great guy but god disagreed.

He said, son, your no spawn of mine.

But join the devil and you'll do fine.

I met this gorgeous girl, who gave me the smile.

I went home with her and stayed for a while.

We had a wild night, playin in her bed.

When the morning came I left her there, still unwed.

Nothin good about me.

I don't care

Nothins fair.

Nothin good about me.

What upi are

or what you wanna be

I won prices as son of the year.

Year after year, you would hear

I was a fluffy sheep, white as the sun.

But all I really wanted was a little fun.

Don't do drugs nor alcohol.

Don't you smoke or I'll make a call.

You better work, as an honest man.

Or you'll end living in a dirty van.

Its funny how people always tell me Im wrong as if i where this saint to begin with. What if i never had any interest in being this good son or some slave for all my life. Why would i not have the right to be free and ride my own fate? Why would they have the right to decide what I should do with my life?