quinta-feira, 24 de novembro de 2011

The Son

The Son

My mother didn't bed a god

To call himself my dad

I would talk to him, if i could,

If i could go to heaven

But i don't know anyone there

I will go to hell for sure

Where i know everybody

where, i know, they don't play Beatles

And as i don't have a dad in heaven

And all that i had have, died

And maybe i don't need to have a dad anymore

Let it be my son

Because my mother fuck a men

A man like every other

And god don't have nothing to do with me

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