Son of a Bitch
All I seem to do now is write about how
Somebody somewhere plans on keeping me down
But I'm here to say that I'm changing my ways
I'm gonna be a little angel for the rest of my days
And it'll start when I'm trying to be
Everything you ever really fucking wanted from me
A direction in college, a well-paying job
I won't be so combative and I won't be a slob
I'll get new interests other than writing songs
Something less harmful like making meth or pipebombs
In fact I'll stop going to concerts and stop buying CD's
So I can spend more time and money always aiming to please
I'll make some new friends and I'll pick up a sport
And mom and dad will be so happy that they'll gladly pay for it
They will smile knowing that their battle was won
And then tell all my aunts and uncles I'm their favorite
Son of a bitch
I appreciate the insult but did you think this through?
If I'm a son of a bitch then what the hell's that make you?
I'm not calling you names, just trying to figure out
The implications of the words that you said with your own mouth
YOu can go ahead and call me an asshole, that's fine
Just don't even try denying it, I know that you're lying
I probably deserved it and I'm sure I am one
But I don't think you were thinking when you call me a
Son of a bitch
I'm sorry momma I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry so tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
And I'm sorry for every little thing that I did
I'm sorry for being such a rotten little kid
And I'm sorry that everything's ruined
And I'm sorry for always talking back and all
I'm sorry for saying I'd put your head through the wall
And I'm sorry being a useless son
Son of a bitch
Autor(es): Matt Wixson
