Bad Son

Bad Son - Rusted Root

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

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're not listening

You're not not listening

Less scalp will do you well

You better wear something that's more emperor

Don't speak

Not another word said

You put it's so time for bed

Got to be a man

Who cares

And 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