Swingin Utters - A Promise To Distinction

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One I was younger than
The youngest of fragile minds
I ate the day with bad manners
Then spit out the rind
And mother told me
As I looked to the sky
Yes my mother told me «My dear son
You’re not the one»
I flew from home when I was just twenty-one
Young enough to be the feather of someone
I’ve got a conch pissed with conch republic rum
My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said:
«Son, by god what I could have done
And you’re just like me
You can really put 'em down
Oh if I was in your place I’d stay, have fun
But Iæ?¦ not the one»
Now I’m sitting here
Haggling over sums
Of money made by someone else
To me it don’t belong
I toss a smile to the mighty boss
He’s my God
But I’m a bit backwards
And I know he’s just a fucking dog