Carfax Abbey - Son lyrics

10:30 on a Tuesday, lights are on But I know that there's no one that I know at home Captain's at the table, and he's running dry Looking for the trial that left him wide eyed Mother, father You live, you die by the white Wake up, get up Does not your son shine? Choose your weapon wisely, making sure that it's fine Draw the straw so you can walk the line Chop, chop, cut it up now Chop, chop, s** it up now Why must you get so high? Mother, father You live, you die by the white Wake up, get up Does not your son shine? Give me reason Tell me where it all went wrong Oh, so wrong Maybe one day Maybe nevermore Mother, father You live, you die by the white Wake up, get up Does not your son shine?