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• Artiste: Billy Burke
• Titre: Son
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Chained to the weekend Sunday, Saturdays, Tuesdays, holidays They all mean the same thing To the knave in the corner And he waves his friends away There’s only enough for That son of a woman who Never knew what she wanted to do She had three children and he was the last one She taught him indirectly to hang until the party ends How to be the last one and the last one says Show me where the sidewalk ends Hey, you gotta keep an eye on me Tell me if the blood is red When my head hits the ground No, it doesn’t matter where I land Your concrete loves my crown I’m the son of the queen of tomorrow-land I have no trouble falling down She said, why such a blue expression Did you find out a good time wasn’t everything Well, nothing is everything And he wakes up shivering and throws a breath away Tell it to the judge, son. Get wise, open your eyes, find out where the demon lies He got no business beating up on you anymore 'cause he taught you indirectly to hang until the party ends How to be the last one and the last one says Show me where the sidewalk ends Hey, you gotta keep an eye on me Tell me if the blood is red When my head hits the ground No, it doesn’t matter where I land The concrete loves my crown I’m the son of the queen of tomorrow-land I have no trouble falling down Show me where the sidewalk ends You gotta save your strength and keep an eye on me Tell me if the blood is red When my head hits the ground No, it doesn’t matter where I land The concrete loves my crown I’m the son of the queen of tomorrow-land I have no trouble falling down (Thanks to Mandy for these lyrics)