Settling Son

Son, take it from me It's in the little victory's 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 ok to leave the wordst 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 Son, take it from me Life's more than the floors of this factory and working 40 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 ok 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 Mouthful's of rotting dynamite You call this living a normal life We're not living a normal life