Flatfoot 56 Son Of Shame
Looking past the edge of moonlight, hoping for the
break of day.
Seeing only cracks in sidewalks, not the paved city
way.
Looking down this road to glory in a car designed to
fail.
Breathing cold winds of freedom while my mind remains
in jail.
Looking past the edge of moonlight, hoping for the
break of day.
Seeing only cracks in sidewalks, not the paved city
way.
Looking down this road to glory in a car designed to
fail.
Breathing cold winds of freedom while my mind remains
in jail.
With a strong steady tailwind, all I see is pouring
rain.
A victim of a brutal mindset walks this lonely son of
shame.
Because the grass is always greener, I will sit here in
my pain.
Looking at the wealth around me. Woe is me, this son of
shame.
Well it’s pouring snow on the outside, but all I’m
seeing is the slush.
Looking at the wealth around me, but just thinking I
ain’t got much.
I’m that man that’s prone to worry in that far off
glory land.
Who do I think I’m kidding? No one cares or
understands.
With a strong steady tailwind, all I see is pouring
rain.
A victim of a brutal mindset walks this lonely son of
shame.
Because the grass is always greener, I will sit here in
my pain.
Looking at the wealth around me. Woe is me, this son of
shame.
And then I start to wonder about all that I’ve been
through.
I opened up my eyes and see that every day is new.
I consider all my ways; the paths that I’ve pursued.
Man, I’m so ashamed as I sit here with a life misused.
With a mountain set before me all I see is victory.
But I know there’s someone out there and His mind
remains on me.
Says the Father o’er his children, "It was for you that
I came.
You’re the apple of my eye, son, my precious son of
shame...
...shame...son of shame...shame...son of shame."
