How will I father A minion worth the bother Of keeping my glut? Oh will I falter And never reach the altar Where faith is unplugged? Am I worth consideration Or the plausible elation That comes biting tongues? Will it always be a secret? Fine, go ahead and keep it I've got some of my own Look at that kid No son of mine He wreaks of pain and guilt Soaked up and stained in his eyes That he cleans with serpentine Rays in his mouth He'll sunburn Graze where it is hot Burns his throat Will he spit fire Or will he learn to stop? I can't calm down or sit back And watch you struggle But I can just give up On myself I'll carry a heavy load On my shoulders For a pat on the back Or a star on your flag Or just be vocal And it's what it is When it's defined And goes down smooth With a glass of grime The conscience shifts To mark the times Nobody's to blame If they cover their eyes And act surprised Will i father a son? Tell me how he will be Will he fall In traps that I have set and placed And scattered all around me? Will he reach with his arms? Will he pull up his sleeves? Have I scared him From work and love and friendship And success that's always avoided me? Is it my fault? Am I sick or sick in me? We've all got our own disease! I'm as well as well (as well as well) As well as well as I can be