Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes

No point in feeling purer boy, your background intervenes

Listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate

To this you must be reconciled, you'll always be your father's child

At times acclaimed, at times reviled

You wind up doing just what I've done Like father, like son

Like father, like son Don't assume your vices get handed down the line

That a parent's blood suffices to condemn the child's design

I've done wrong, I can't deny, but at least I know that I

Shouldn't blame that on my stock, this may come as a quite a shock

I'm no chip off any block, I wouldn't wish those words on anyone Like father, like son

Like father, like son He's lost all sense of reason, and why some filthy slave

That is the road called treason that winds up in the grave

Just like me, he's found out a flesh, can excite but will it mesh

Watch me rid him of this blight, once this Harlot's out of sight

Then I think he will see the light

He won't walk back to daddy, he will run Like father, like son

Like father, like son

Like father, like son

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