Mama said to me we gotta have your life run right   Off you got to school   Where you can learn the rules there right   Be just like your dad lad   Follow in the same tradition   Never go astray and stay an honest lovin' son      Son of my father   Molded, I was folded, I was preform-packed   Son of my father   Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac'   Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts      Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in time   I saw through the lies and read the alibi signs   So I left my home, I'm really on my own at last   Left the trodden path and separated from the past      Son of my father   Changing, rearranging into someone new   Son of my father   Collecting and selecting independent views   Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due      Son of my father   Molded, I was folded, I was preform-packed   Son of my father   Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac'   Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts