Son The Father - Fucked Up

Father, father, come see what I’ve built

Made civilization out of the Nile silt

Built your monuments out of my brother’s bones

Exalted your words in flesh-bound tomes

It’s hard enough being born in the first place

Who would ever want to be born again?

It’s taken this long just to get to this place

So what’s the point in ever being born again?

Papa, papa, come and watch me play

The whole world before me I laid to waste

Built Jerusalem out of these hidden worlds

But I won’t share it with the other boys and girls

It’s hard enough being born in the first place

Who would ever want to be born again?

It’s taken this long just to get to this place

So what’s the point in ever being born again?

More embarrassed than I’d hope to admit

The living embodiment of perfect

A reversed Oedipal complex

Based on power and not on the sex

More embarrassed than I’d ever to admit

The living embodiment of perfect

A reversed Oedipal complex

Based on power and not on the sex

Daddy, daddy, are you proud of me?

I did it all for you because of what I believe

The sins of the father carried out by the son

From Cain and Abel until the last living life is done

It’s hard enough being born in the first place

Who would ever want to be born again?

It’s taken this long just to get to this place

So what’s the point in ever being born again?

Again we stand slack-jawed

As our fates are moved by the hand of God, of God, of God, of God, of God

A God is what we see

As we stare into his Papal eyes