Letras de No Son of Mine

We′ve drained full confession booths
Polluted drinking wells with our repentances, and then stood
Grinning with our arm around our shoulders of a rotting child

Hold that pose
Provisional, arrogant little pigs
Who devour their siblings

Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed
Shoot that dog if we can′t afford to feed (hey, hey, hey)
Famine fathered a moth
Famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers

Keep your voices down, I'm sneaking out (hey, hey)
Hey, what's the big idea?
Keep your fucking hands off the insight
That rat has got its mother′s eyes
That rat has got its mother′s eyes (hey, hey, hey)
Breeding ad nauseam
They are pouring themselves into the sea

Stop, thief, stop, thief
Stop, thief, stop, thief
Stop, thief, stop, thief
Stop, thief, stop, thief

Leave your drunken accident at the prom
It'll grow to mend your broken heart
Don′t sign the dotted line (every house is a little bit of Hollywood)
Don't sign the dotted line (every house is a little bit of Hollywood)
The world is too incredible
To bring such ugliness into it

The artist is sneaking down the hall
To impregnate the last of its kin (hey, hey, hey)
Indiscernible mute in a swarm of derivatives

I deny any part
I deny any part

Deadbeat godfather
Deadbeat godfather
Deadbeat godfather
Deadbeat godfather

Bite your tongue
Who taught you those words?
Blaspheme!
When you are under my roof
Don′t ever say "rock and roll"
Don't ever say "rock and roll"