Son

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Golden Smog - Pop

Son

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Hello Mom, I'm fine Where the sun is dying How's the weather 'round my old hometown You see no worry about my living Say that all's forgiven What's lost is bound to be found I hope you don't expect to see me 'Cause you know I'm very far away You know I really miss you But a man's got to make it on his own someday Soon she sends him greetings 'bout the school civic meetings Says she's doing well — In her cell Yeah, her brother won a race now And he's proud to show his face now On the corner scene and his paper doll dreams And me, I guess I'm living Taking what's for the living Oh Ma, you know how I really wish you could see what's on my mind, yeah Yeah I guess it's kinda lonely And I've been uptight for money But I'll make it on my own - staying high You seem upset about the drugs and things Yes, I've fin'lly found my way 'Cause its my way gonna get to freedom You failed with me Someday you'll understand all this Just what it is I mean to say Just don't try and love me I don't want to see you hurt this way Guess I'll be a goin' Makes a guy afraid he's blowin' That's how money kills, somewhere Mom, I cannot mail this And let you know I've failed, that's Just not right somehow Oh no, I rather let you think I'm dead Than hung on drugs instead I'm dying anyhow — and it's too late now And I guess there's a moral somewhere But I can't seem to think just now If I had to do it over I guess I'd try to change the trial somehow Lord, it's really hell When you're living in a spell And nothing's like it seems In a cocaine dream

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Producers
  • Paul Pacific