No Son of Mine (Lyrics)

We've drained full confession booths; Polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood, grinning with our arms around the shoulders of a rotting child. Hold that pose. Provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed Famine fathered a moth Famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers Keep your voices down, I'm sneaking out Hey! What's the big idea? Keep your fucking hands off the insight That rat has got it's mothers eyes That rat has got it's mothers eyes breeding ad nauseam, they are throwing themselves into the sea. Stop. Theif. Stop. Theif. Stop. Theif. Stop. Theif. Stop. Theif. Stop. Theif. Stop. Theif. Leave your drunken accident at the prom It'll grow to mend your broken heart. Don't sign the dotted line (Every house is a little bit of Hollywood) The world is too incredible to bring such ugliness into it The artist is sneaking down the hall to impregnate the last of it's kin. Indiscernible muse in a swarm of derivatives And i deny any part I deny any part of a deadbeat godfather Deadbeat godfather. Deadbeat godfather. Bite your tounge. Who taught you those words? Blaspheme! When you are under my roof. Don't ever say rock n' roll Don't ever say rock n' roll.