Johnnys on the front porch bringing in the weed
His mind's on the apocalypse, He trembles at his knees
Chokes on a cough drop and stumbles down the stairs
Feeling the rush of the wind, the mad dog yells
The monster stole my soul, Ain't it so
I am my father's son, Don't it show
Mary said aloud, "You oughta get that boy!"
Put him in the yard and take away his toys
But the law ain't lookin' cause he's got the right name
The towns gone down since they shipped in all the cane
Preachers in the TV breeding ignorance
His mind's on the apocalypse collecting ten percent
But the law ain't lookin' cause he's got the right name
On the top left corner of a fat check
It's a shame it stole my soul, Ain't it so
I am my father's son, Don't it show
The monster stole my soul, Don't it show?
I am my father's son, Ain't it so, Don't it show
Ain't it so
credits
from It's Live, It's Golden,
released February 6, 2011
Written by Blake Stokes & Sam Zeanah
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