Son of My Son
The time will come
When the son of my son
Will hunt me with a gun
For the world I’ve given
So far from heaven
This paradise tossed aside
Yes, when he sees the land in his hands
That I left him, that I left him
His eyes will burn and a man will turn
He’s gonna ask me
Why the oceans drowned
And why he’s not allowed out overground
And how we simply murdered our mother
Doomed but proud how we couldn’t be bothered
And one way or another
He’s gonna be angry
I’ll be brittle and old and frail
From living underground
I’ll be ghostly pale
And the son of my son
will hunt me with a gun
And I don’t think I’m gonna wanna run