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 father of someone    I got a conch pissed with conch repulic rum    My father by me 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 I'm not the one"    Noe 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