Paroles de The Son Of a Father

All caged up and shunned Intense feelings of lust His religion was served With no choice or dessert And on the cricket board engraved With pride the family name Cute boys all around Who made his father proud He needed to share Again confused he was blessed He was such a gentle guy He had to hide away his type A father old in every way No son of his could be born gay Would it spill too much shame And disgrace the family name You must hold it all inside The image must survive And while I have the chance I didn't mean what I said