Testo Son - Golden Smog
Testo della canzone Son (Golden Smog), tratta dall'album College Rock Hits
Hello Mom, I'm fine, where the sun is dyin'
How's the weather around my old hometown?
You seem to worry about my livin', you 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 gotta make it on his own someday
Sue, she sends her greetings 'bout the school and civic meetings
Says she's doin' well in her cell
Yeah, her brother's won the race now
And he's proud to show his face now
'Round the corner scene in his paper-doll dreams
And me, I guess I'm livin'
Takin' what's for the livin'
Oh, Mom, 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, stayin' high
You seem upset about the drugs and things
I guess I've finally found my wings
It's my way to be free, don't think you fail to be
Someday, you'll understand all this
Just what it is I mean to say
Just don't try and love me
I don't wanna see you hurt this way
Yes, I'll be ignorin', makes a guy feel free
Knowin' that somebody cares somewhere
Mama, can I mail this and let you know I failed?
It's just not right somehow, oh no
I'd rather let you think I'm dead than hung on drugs instead
I'm dyin' 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
Guess I'd try to change the trial somehow
Lord, it's really hell when you're livin' in a spell
And nothing's like it seems in a cocaine dream
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Writer(s): Angel
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