Difficult Son

It's a complicated picture
That's taken time to figure out
I should be wracked with guilt or conscience now
But I just played the cards I found
I've punched my anger into these machines
And then erased it every time
For all the pistol-smoke and silences
I still just want to make you proud
I still just want to make you proud
I still just want to make you proud

Difficult father, difficult son
Difficult father, difficult son
Difficult father, difficult son
Difficult father, difficult son

Perhaps no beauty can be found here
200 faces stare me down
I try to sing a song of brotherhood
But I'm a stranger in this town
I've got new shoulders that I cry on
I embrace the day that I got out
For all the wasted years of distances
I still just want to make you proud
I still just want to make you proud
I still just want to make you proud

Difficult father, difficult son
Difficult father, difficult son
Difficult father, difficult son
Difficult father, difficult son



Credits
Writer(s): Ross Morris
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