C F C Mama said to me we gotta have your life run rightC Off you got to schoolF G C Where you can learn the rules they're rightC Be just like your dad ladF C Follow in the same traditionC F G C G Never go astray and stay an honest lovin' sonC Son of my fatherF G C Molded, I was folded, I was preform-packedC Son of my fatherF G C Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac'F G C Surrounded and confounded by statistic factsC F C Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in timeC F G C I saw through the lies and read the alibi signsF C So I left my home, I'm really on my own at lastF G C Left the trodden path and separated from the pastC Son of my fatherF G C Changing, rearranging into someone newC Son of my fatherF G C Collecting and selecting independent viewsF G C Knowing and I'm showing that a change is dueC Son of my fatherF G C Molded, I was folded, I was preform-packedC Son of my fatherF G C Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac'F G C Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts
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