Mama said to me
We gotta have your life run right
Off you got to school

Where you can learn
The rules they write


Be just like your dabbling father
When it seems tradition
Never go astray and

Stay an honest loving son

Son of my father

Molded, I was folded
I was preform dried


Son of my father
Commanded, I was branded
In a plastic vac

Surrounded and confounded
By statistic facts


Tried to keep me in but I
Jumped out of my skin in time
I saw through the lies

And read the alibi signs

So I left my home

I'm really on my own at last
Left the trodden path
And separated from the past


Son of my father
Changing, rearranging

Into someone new

Son of my father

Collecting and selecting
Independent views
Knowing and I'm showing

That a change is due

Son of my father

Molded, I was folded
I was preform dried


Son of my father
Commanded, I was branded
In a plastic vac

Surrounded and confounded
By statistic facts