Son Lyrics

Chained to the weekend
Sunday, Saturdays, Tuesdays, holidays
They all mean the same thing
To the knave in the corner
And he waves his friends away

There's only enough for
That son of a woman who
Never knew what she wanted to do
She had three children and he was the last one
She taught him indirectly to hang until the party ends
How to be the last one and the last one says

Show me where the sidewalk ends
Hey, you gotta keep an eye on me
Tell me if the blood is red
When my head hits the ground
No, it doesn't matter where I land
Your concrete loves my crown
I'm the son of the queen of tomorrow-land
I have no trouble falling down

She said, why such a blue expression
Did you find out a good time wasn't everything
Well, nothing is everything
And he wakes up shivering and throws a breath away
Tell it to the judge, son.
Get wise, open your eyes, find out where the demon lies
He got no business beating up on you anymore
'cause he taught you indirectly to hang until the party ends
How to be the last one and the last one says

Show me where the sidewalk ends
Hey, you gotta keep an eye on me
Tell me if the blood is red
When my head hits the ground
No, it doesn't matter where I land
The concrete loves my crown
I'm the son of the queen of tomorrow-land
I have no trouble falling down

Show me where the sidewalk ends
You gotta save your strength and keep an eye on me
Tell me if the blood is red
When my head hits the ground
No, it doesn't matter where I land
The concrete loves my crown
I'm the son of the queen of tomorrow-land
I have no trouble falling down

(Thanks to Mandy for these lyrics)