A Promise to Distinction

歌詞

One I was younger than The youngest of fragile minds I ate the day with bad manners Then spit out the rind And mother told me As I looked to the sky Yes my mother told me "My dear son, You're not the one" I flew from home when I was just twenty-one Young enough to be the feather of someone I've got a conch pissed with conch republic rum My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said: "Son, by god what I could have done, And you're just like me, You can really put 'em down oh if I was in your place I'd stay, have fun But I抦 not the one" Now I'm sitting here Haggling over sums Of money made by someone else To me it don't belong I toss a smile to the mighty boss He's my God But I'm a bit backwards And I know he's just a f**king dog.