作词 : Michael Atha/William Harness/Caleb Owens/Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk 作曲 : Michael Atha/William Harness/Caleb Owens/Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk I look in the mirror sometimes And think about how it all started Small town Alabama, from city life we departed Not a single light in the street Morning was scary and dark To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering What was in the woods waiting for me My stomach still rumbling From the cereal diet Even though mama was trying to do the best that she could Alcohol made her violent Her boyfriend was a *****, probably 26 Barely looked my direction and really didn't do *******t My animosity grew along with my anger And impatience disastrous school My teachers knew I was trouble waiting And I did too, admittedly but I like it Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events Football and family oriented stuff But I never thought I had it rough I embraced it, honestly, 'Cause I knew how different I was It made me a rebel and rebels Made me feel welcomed and loved I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame Get your umbrella Wayne Here comes the heavy rain Cause I'm the lighting to your storm Dark bloodstains after a dogfight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum I'm your son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun If life is but a dream I'm up the creek in a paddle boat Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes Up high and over the Mississippi to see the ocean So here I go floatin', yeah But I made it a habit though 19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood Was the place and I made it home with the favorites Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash Slinging nickles Make enough and then break it even Just do it for tickles Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin' Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an experimentation No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school cars Sickening and I'm lovin' it I'm basking in half of it Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors I never knew my daddy but They said that I was the same and what a shame Here come the ******* in the heavy rain Cause I'm the lighting to your storm Dark bloodstains after a dogfight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum I'm your son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun And you can tell that I still don't give a **** Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down Slumerican-made man, Criminals all around Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good, look Livin' a story usin' my war as my *******eld The truth, examined and recreated The followings real: Plenty of fatherless children Fill up the pit in the buildin' Usin' the mind for the feelin' It's just like poppin' a pill And I'm takin' it in Lost at makin' a win Thanks for the poems that you inspired I'm rakin' it in Never heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten Think the chances I'm ballin' Look at the bastard of him When I went to jail for the first time I thought about you Son of a *******, I admit it I guess the rumours are true 'Cause when I look in the mirror I see from what I 'came Trial by fire, pain, heavy rain Cause I'm the lighting to your storm Dark bloodstains after a dogfight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum I'm your son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun
[00:00.000] 作词 : Michael Atha/William Harness/Caleb Owens/Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk [00:00.020] 作曲 : Michael Atha/William Harness/Caleb Owens/Peter Michaelson Pisarczyk [00:00.40]I look in the mirror sometimes [00:02.00]And think about how it all started [00:03.45]Small town Alabama, from city life we departed [00:06.33]Not a single light in the street [00:07.63]Morning was scary and dark [00:09.06]To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp [00:12.21]I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering [00:15.23]What was in the woods waiting for me [00:16.99]My stomach still rumbling [00:18.14]From the cereal diet [00:19.38]Even though mama was trying to do the best that she could [00:22.37]Alcohol made her violent [00:23.96]Her boyfriend was a *****, probably 26 [00:26.77]Barely looked my direction and really didn't do *******t [00:29.67]My animosity grew along with my anger [00:32.18]And impatience disastrous school [00:34.03]My teachers knew I was trouble waiting [00:35.88]And I did too, admittedly but I like it [00:38.54]Maybe I had to accept [00:39.89]I'd always be uninvited to church events [00:42.30]Football and family oriented stuff [00:44.86]But I never thought I had it rough [00:47.14]I embraced it, honestly, [00:48.72]'Cause I knew how different I was [00:50.31]It made me a rebel and rebels [00:51.75]Made me feel welcomed and loved [00:53.19]I never knew my daddy but, they said that [00:55.16]I was the same and what a shame [00:57.14]Get your umbrella Wayne [00:58.27]Here comes the heavy rain [00:59.70]Cause I'm the lighting to your storm [01:02.59]Dark bloodstains after a dogfight [01:05.59]The tornado to your alarm [01:08.48]Your hangover after a long night [01:11.42]I'm the snake outta your barn [01:14.32]That one mistake you ever did right [01:17.31]The gunpowder to your drum [01:20.05]I'm your son [01:22.15]The son of a gun [01:23.61]Son of a gun [01:26.89]Son of a gun [01:29.91]Son of a gun [01:32.52]If life is but a dream [01:35.74]I'm up the creek in a paddle boat [01:37.23]Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes [01:40.33]Up high and over the Mississippi to see the ocean [01:43.25]So here I go floatin', yeah [01:44.86]But I made it a habit though [01:46.19]19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood [01:49.65]Was the place and I made it home with the favorites [01:51.77]Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash [01:53.94]Slinging nickles [01:54.98]Make enough and then break it even [01:56.41]Just do it for tickles [01:57.63]Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin' [02:00.74]Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an experimentation [02:03.30]No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars [02:06.34]Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school cars [02:09.25]Sickening and I'm lovin' it [02:10.76]I'm basking in half of it [02:12.58]Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors [02:15.26]I never knew my daddy but [02:16.53]They said that I was the same and what a shame [02:18.93]Here come the ******* in the heavy rain [02:21.75]Cause I'm the lighting to your storm [02:24.53]Dark bloodstains after a dogfight [02:27.65]The tornado to your alarm [02:30.44]Your hangover after a long night [02:33.37]I'm the snake outta your barn [02:36.31]That one mistake you ever did right [02:39.29]The gunpowder to your drum [02:42.12]I'm your son [02:44.21]The son of a gun [02:46.06]Son of a gun [02:49.05]Son of a gun [02:52.14]Son of a gun [02:54.49]And you can tell that I still don't give a **** [02:59.32]Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down [03:02.19]Slumerican-made man, Criminals all around [03:05.27]Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good, look [03:08.18]Livin' a story usin' my war as my *******eld [03:10.88]The truth, examined and recreated [03:12.28]The followings real: [03:13.76]Plenty of fatherless children [03:15.33]Fill up the pit in the buildin' [03:16.65]Usin' the mind for the feelin' [03:18.20]It's just like poppin' a pill [03:19.56]And I'm takin' it in [03:20.77]Lost at makin' a win [03:22.39]Thanks for the poems that you inspired [03:24.30]I'm rakin' it in [03:25.44]Never heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten [03:28.30]Think the chances I'm ballin' [03:29.71]Look at the bastard of him [03:31.16]When I went to jail for the first time [03:32.83]I thought about you [03:34.17]Son of a *******, I admit it [03:35.58]I guess the rumours are true [03:37.00]'Cause when I look in the mirror [03:38.48]I see from what I 'came [03:39.95]Trial by fire, pain, heavy rain [03:43.80]Cause I'm the lighting to your storm [03:46.68]Dark bloodstains after a dogfight [03:49.62]The tornado to your alarm [03:52.42]Your hangover after a long night [03:55.33]I'm the snake outta your barn [03:58.36]That one mistake you ever did right [04:01.32]The gunpowder to your drum [04:04.13]I'm your son [04:05.94]The son of a gun [04:08.70]Son of a gun [04:11.47]Son of a gun [04:14.20]Son of a gun
