Letra de Settling son

Son, take it from me, it´s in the little victories
that keep you from shaking hands with defeat.
Son, I tell you reality isn´t all it´s cracked up to be
but the years go lightning fast that I just can´t help but see.

We believe it´s okay to leave
the words caught in your throat.
But you know that you´re growing old,
you always do what you´re told.
Going up in smoke, and you´re a ghost.
You know in the end you´ll be
walking the tight rope, walking the tight rope.

Son, take it from me, life´s more than the floors of this factory,
and working forty hours every single week.
Son, I tell you reality isn´t living down on your knees.
But my life´s gone in a flash and I just can´t help but see.

We believe it´s okay to leave
the words caught in your throat.
But you know that you´re growing old,
you always do what you´re told.
Going up in smoke, and you´re a ghost.
You know in the end you´ll be
walking the tight rope, walking the tight rope.

Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite,
mouthfuls of rotting dynamite.
You call this living a normal life?
We´re not living a normal life.

We still believe it´s okay to leave
the words caught in your throat.
But you know that you´re growing old,
you always do what you´re told.
Going up in smoke, and you´re a ghost.
You know in the end you´ll be
walking the tight rope, walking the tight rope.

We still believe it´s okay to leave
the words caught in your throat.
But you know you´ll be walking the tight rope,
you always do what you´re told.
Going up in smoke, and you´re a ghost.
You know in the end you´ll be
walking the tight rope, walking the tight rope.