Rusted Root - Bad Son Lyrics
Bad son, there you goThere you go againMany matches comeMany matches goYou ain't listening my friendYou might listen thoughLittle wet boy, you got no clothes onAnd seeYou be dog goneBad son, there you goWhatta you try to proof?Bad son, blood on your handsYou need a consequenceSo whatta we waiting for?You're not listeningThis isn't something that can breakYou sent freedom out the doorDon't make no sense to meYour ignorance or your vanityYou sent moreYou sent more to die, die, dieYou're not listeningYou're not, not listening thoughBad son, there you goThere you go againWhatta you trying to do?Bad son, blood on your handsIt's time to clean up your messBut you're not listeningYour mind is sober cutYou're not listeningYou're not, not listening(You're not listeningYou're not, not listening) You mind is cold(You're not listeningYou're not, not listening) More miss than bullLess scalp will do you wellYou better wear something that's more emperorDon't speakNot another word said?, so it's time for bedGot to be a manWho cares?? your fatherYour father knows bestListen to you fatherYour father knows bestYou're not listeningLittle emperor, you've got no clothes onBad son, there you goWhatta you trying to proof?Bad son, whatta you doing now?Where's your common sense?'Cause bad son, yeah we all know, you're not a presidentBad son, blood on your handsYou need a consequenceSo whatta we waiting for?You're not listeningYou're not, not presidentYou're not listeningIt's time to count the dead
