So son
You consider yourself a comedian
So son
You'd die for your thoughts?
And so son
You would cry for the bloodied fallen?
So son
You would try to misunderstand the colors

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I am not who you believe I am
I am not who you said I was
I don't know how you can misunderstand
That I'm who I am

So son
You'd read a book, just to look cool
So son
You try your hardest to not be a fool, and you fail
So son
Behind your eyes, you try and cry and try again
So son
You listen to the wise man who preaches and Preaches and preaches and preaches

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So son
You think you'd rule the world
So son
You think you can do the trance from your past?
So son
You'd take your gun to school and shoot anyone
Cause they just don't understand you!
You’re just a Philistine boy!

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And so son
So son…