Mama said to me we gotta have your life run right

Off you go to school where you can learn the rules there right

Be just like your dad lad

Follow in the same tradition

Never go astray and stay an honest lovin' son

Son of my father

Moulded I was folded I was preform-packed

Son of my father

Commanded I was branded in a plastic cry

Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts

Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in time

I saw through the lies and read the alibi signs

So I left my home I'm really on my own at last

Left the trodden path and separated from the past

Son of my father

Changing rearranging into something new

Son of my father

Collecting and selecting independant views

Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due

Son of my father

Moulded I was folded I was preform-packed

Son of my father

Commanded I was branded in a plastic cry

Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts