Lyrics My Father's Son - Hunter G K Thompson

Cain and Able were brothers just like you and me
We slayed each other just like them boys at wounded knee
Bring my money I've waited far too long for this
Milk and honey my promise land depends on this

In our blood runs just like our fathers flowed
And as you go I cry "Lord what have I done just to my father's son"

The rock I'd chosen was stained red like the setting sun
I stood there frozen as I tried to stomach what I'd done
I took your children the wife and kids you'd yet to have
I stole your future just like you stole my wedding band

In our blood runs just like our fathers flowed
And as you go I cry "Lord what have I just done to my father's son"

And I cant run away from the sound
Of your blood crying out from the ground
Theres a curse that I wear on my head
Seven times sacred wrath when I'm dead

And I cant run away from the sound
Of your blood crying out from the ground
Theres a curse that I wear on my head
Seven times sacred wrath when I'm dead