Bad Son

Bad son, there you go

There you go again

Many matches come

Many matches go

You ain't listening my friend

You might listen though

Little wet boy, you got no clothes on

And see

You be dog gone

Bad son, there you go

Whatta you try to proof?

Bad son, blood on your hands

You need a consequence

So whatta we waiting for?

You're not listening

This isn't something that can break

You sent freedom out the door

Don't make no sense to me

Your ignorance or your vanity

You sent more

You sent more to die, die, die

You're not listening

You're not, not listening though

Bad son, there you go

There you go again

Whatta you trying to do?

Bad son, blood on your hands

It's time to clean up your mess

But you're not listening

Your mind is sober cut

You're not listening

You're not, not listening

(You're not listening

You're not, not listening) You mind is cold

(You're not listening

You're not, not listening) More miss than bull

Less scalp will do you well

You better wear something that's more emperor

Don't speak

Not another word said

?, so it's time for bed

Got to be a man

Who cares?

? your father

Your father knows best

Listen to you father

Your father knows best

You're not listening

Little emperor, you've got no clothes on

Bad son, there you go

Whatta 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 president

Bad son, blood on your hands

You need a consequence

So whatta we waiting for?

You're not listening

You're not, not president

You're not listening

It's time to count the dead