Lyrics Be a Bad Son - Stela Campos

You got
You got to find another hideout
You gotta bleed a little bit, child
Like a dog in a wolfpack zone

It's a cruel world
You got to fight to feel welcome
You need to write on your own tombstone
And be a real bad-bad son

Be a Bad Son

Your god
Your god is sleeping in a hot tub
Is cheating your momma on a nightclub
He's a flop - Don't you know, dear?

Try now
You got to find another hideout
You got to stay awake all night
And be a real bad-bad son

Be a Bad Son