Firstborn son but not the only one I walked the narrow road alone The second son comes Doesn't look like his dad or his mom And his church shoes scuff Pass the curse like a cup Two parts body one part blood Every day you feel a little more stuck When I went to find my brother He was stumbling under the neon lights downtown With his eyes rolling back And a filter of foam on his mouth What a shame, what a shame And I reach out but I know that he chose his way The burden feels light long as you don't think about it Trust me, you're gonna miss it if you leave And you fashioned me this way And suddenly you're displeased With the thing that you had made The firstborn son and how we wish he was the only one (You fashioned me this way) A tragedy of eighteen years a legacy undone (And suddenly you're displeased with the thing that you have made) Church shoes scuff (An inheritance of shame) Drink the curse with the bread and the cup And I can't pull myself back up (For all the sons of Adam turning in their graves)