Decent Son by The Pica Beats Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, the bottle god sits at the side of the road
And is powerin' [?]
Said: I'm gonna shoot first, you'd better believe
I'm gonna sweep chicks right off their feet
And I don't mind you comin' to my side of the road
But it's a white-bread view of the world
It's cutting off the arteries and cause of fatigue
You'd better go, you'd better go, oh, oh oh
[Chorus]
Just another of the common places
In your hair with your favorite comb
And has your [?] thought should dawn
That every mother wants a decent son, a decent son
A decent son
A decеnt son
A decent son
[Verse 2]
Well, thе Calvinist [?] used to breakin' the chain
But there's bread waitin' for him anew
He doesn't wanna rattle all the keys for the cage
He's gonna keep his mouth on that spoon
Another test of mettle and it's up to the breeze
Whether he's goin' to Heaven or Hell
But he shaves his head, then he cares not for red
He's born again, [?] it's too soon to tell
[Chorus]
And all the wisdom of the older men
Drift down the stream with the wind
But by the look of that [?] brook
I was wasting my time at the edge of the lion's den
The lion's den
The lion's den
The lion's den
[Bridge]
And I am a three-legged dog
Out of a limb with just these twelve sharp claws
And I am a dead miner's lamp
Growing dim with every passing ail
[Chorus]
Just another of the common places
In your hair with your favorite comb
And has your [?] thought should dawn
That every mother wants a decent son, a decent son
A decent son
A decent son
A decent son
Well, the bottle god sits at the side of the road
And is powerin' [?]
Said: I'm gonna shoot first, you'd better believe
I'm gonna sweep chicks right off their feet
And I don't mind you comin' to my side of the road
But it's a white-bread view of the world
It's cutting off the arteries and cause of fatigue
You'd better go, you'd better go, oh, oh oh
[Chorus]
Just another of the common places
In your hair with your favorite comb
And has your [?] thought should dawn
That every mother wants a decent son, a decent son
A decent son
A decеnt son
A decent son
[Verse 2]
Well, thе Calvinist [?] used to breakin' the chain
But there's bread waitin' for him anew
He doesn't wanna rattle all the keys for the cage
He's gonna keep his mouth on that spoon
Another test of mettle and it's up to the breeze
Whether he's goin' to Heaven or Hell
But he shaves his head, then he cares not for red
He's born again, [?] it's too soon to tell
[Chorus]
And all the wisdom of the older men
Drift down the stream with the wind
But by the look of that [?] brook
I was wasting my time at the edge of the lion's den
The lion's den
The lion's den
The lion's den
[Bridge]
And I am a three-legged dog
Out of a limb with just these twelve sharp claws
And I am a dead miner's lamp
Growing dim with every passing ail
[Chorus]
Just another of the common places
In your hair with your favorite comb
And has your [?] thought should dawn
That every mother wants a decent son, a decent son
A decent son
A decent son
A decent son