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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