The Good Son

Call me a doctor, I'm in need of repair
I throw my hands, beyond command
Tell me what, you want to do
Fermented pain, I'll show you
That I can not lie
Look for the bright spot
Darlin', you're gettin' warmer
You played the mind games
When they create a storm
Look for the bright spot
Darlin', you're gettin' warmer
You played the mind games
When they create a storm of fear
Let me go
I was only tryin' to maintain my cool
Always wondered why I played the fool
All the while there was a trigger to pull
The morning after, the growing laughter
Well haven't you stopped your teasing around
Tell me what, what you've got
And I'll cry out, "It ain't a lot"
Now where's the good son?
Look for the bright spot
Darlin', you're gettin' warmer
You played the mind games
When they create a storm
Look for the bright spot
Darlin', you're gettin' warmer
You played the mind games
When they create a storm of fear
If you see them again
They will all tell you things turned out so well
When their life is just a living hell
But for me it was a tough act to sell



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Seigel
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