Mama said to me we gotta have your life run right Off you go to school where you can learn the rules there right Be just like your dabbling father when it seems tradition Never go astray and stay an honest, loving son Son of my father Moulded, I was folded, I was free from draft Son of my father Commanded I was branded in a plastic vac Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in time I saw through their lies and read the alibi signs So I left my home, I'm really on my own at last Left the wrong path and separated from the past son of my father Changing, rearranging into someone new Son of my father Collecting and selecting independent views Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due Son of my father Moulded, I was folded, I was free from draft Son of my father Commanded I was branded in a plastic vac Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts