| Zoser:
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| Don’t come on so cocksure boy, you can’t escape your genes
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| No point in feeling pure boy, your background intervenes
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| Listen good and listen straight, you’re not the master of your fate
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| To this you must be reconciled, you’ll always be your father’s child
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| At times acclaimed, at times reviled
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| You’ll wind up doing just what I’ve done
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| Like father, like son
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| Radames:
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| Don’t assume your vices get handed down the line
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| That a parent’s blood suffices to condemn the child’s design
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| I’ve done wrong, I can’t deny, but at least I know that I Shouldn’t blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock
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| I’m no chip off any block, I wouldn’t wish those words on anyone
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| Like father, like son
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| Zoser:
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| Son you’re nervous, take my hand
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| All is settled, all is planned
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| You’ve got the world at your command
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| I don’t think you understand
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| Radames:
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| I appreciate too well
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| The squalor at which you excel
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| it isn’t very hard to tell
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| Evil’s a distinctive smell
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| Zoser:
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| He’s lost all sense of reason, and why?
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| Some foreign slut
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| That is the road called treason,
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| Some doors are slamming shut
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| Just like me he’s found that flesh can excite but will enmesh
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| Once we rid him of this blight.
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| Once this harlot’s out of sight.
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| Then I think he’ll see the light.
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| He won’t walk back to daddy he will run.
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| Like father, like son… |