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)