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The Pretenders

Every Mother's Son

 

Every Mother's Son

(álbum: Last Of The Independents - 1994)


I was born with my hand in a fist
And my eyes shut tight
Any wonder that I cannot resist
Punching blindly in a fight
The first time I saw swans flying to the sun
I wanted to be one

Like every mother's son
When I saw my life had begun
I wanted to be someone
Like my brother and my one and only father
And like every mother's son

I was raised within a cause
With a purpose to fulfill
I was taught to defend what was mine
And instructed not to kill
My small mortal eyes can see eternity
In the clouds that dissolve and then regroup endlessly

Like every mother's son
When a man showed me how to use a gun
I wished I'd never need one
Like my brother and my one and only father
And like every mother's son

Everything in domesticity
Assumes it's role better than me
I'm a displaced person whose culture let me down
I raise my own daughters in a pornographic town

Like every mother's son
I've lost some and some I've won
Now I'm waiting for a new dawn
Like my brother and my one and only father
And like every mother's son

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