Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Own Mother's Son, artist - Paul Heaton. Album song What Have We Become, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Record label: Universal Music Operations, Virgin EMI
Song language: English
My Own Mother's Son |
I was sittin' in the dark of a summer park |
Playing paper, scissors, and stone |
Minding my own |
But playin' alone |
When I noticed all the rest in their shorts and vests |
Singing Harrison’s 'Here Comes the Sun' |
I needed a gun |
The fight had begun |
I did not go to song, you see |
The song just came to me |
Like afternoon to evening shade |
Like lumberjack to tree |
It pinned me down like wrestler |
And would not let me be |
Held me down in deathly grip |
The count of '1,2,3' |
I’ve been fanning the flames of heated debate |
Since 1978 |
Left the teacher shocked |
At the old school gate |
So I walked away in the month of May |
With the long-distance vision of June |
Hummin' a tune |
Payback soon |
I did not choose the melody |
The tune just called my name |
And after just one taste of it |
I knew just where to aim |
I did not clamber onto stage |
Fame just blinded me |
I did not wander, open mouth |
For world to disagree |
Life is never easy |
When you’ve tattooed on your tongue |
Very rarely 'Am I right?' |
But never 'Am I wrong?' |
From arguments that came to me |
To songs I always sung |
I’m my own worst enemy |
And my own mother’s son |
I’m my own mother’s son… |
Mm, own mother’s son… |
Own mother’s son… |
Own mother’s son… |
That I can’t deny… |
My own mother’s son… |
My own mother’s son… |