My Father’s Son - Live

I come from a genius and I am my father's son
Yeah, too bad he was a psychopath and now I'm the next in line
Then there's dear mother, yeah, surely she's a work of art
Never got top dollar, but she gave us all our start

Can I get a reprieve?
This gene pool, dark and deep
Can I beg a release?
I'm a volunteer amputee?
From the moment I fail
I call on DNA
Why such betrayal
Got me tooth and nail

How's about one conversation with nothing else left to be had
How with this your young long lost son, and his never had dear old dad
I forget the insemination and for that I'm supposed to be glad?
What a pity you left us so soon to climb your mountain of regret

Can I beg a release?
This gene pool, dark and deep
Can I beg a relieve
I'm a volunteer amputee?
From the moment I fell
I called on DNA
Why such betrayal?
Oh, I gotta set sail

All real bright light shining as you're trying to breathe in thin air
Cannot forget you're hiding collected wounds, left unhealed
When every thought you're thinking sinks you darker than the new moon sky
The far away lights shining in the whites of your eyes

Now father you're dead and gone and I'm finally free to be me
Thanks for all your fucked-up gifts for which I've got no sympathy
I'm living in a war torn place, hear the bombs, a 5th symphony
Thanks for this and thanks for that, I gotta let go legacy

Can I get a reprieve?
This gene pool, dark and deep
Can I beg a release?
Can I volunteer amputee?
From the moment I fell
I called on DNA
Why such betrayal
Oh, I gotta set sail

I thought it was much better
This one written by a great friend and greatest drummers, Mr. Matt Cameron
We don't play that often but it's, oh, Matt fucking Cameron
I forgot his middle name Matt fucking Cameron
This here number's called "Crop Duster"