A Father and a Son

It’s not strange, no mystery
You and I are history
I put up my protective wall
It’s 4 feet thick and 10 feet tall
10 feet tall and 4 feet thick
Granite, concrete, steel and brick
Protection for you, understand
The little boy, the inner man
Boys kissed the girls
Then made them cry
That’s a man’s job, that is why
When you cry, you’re just a clone
Of every woman I have known
And every Harry, Dick and Tom
Gets all of this shit from his mom
Who was unhappy, mom was sad
Because of a wall that dad had
Once its up it won’t come down
And mom’s a queen and dad’s a clown
It’s not strange, no mystery
That you and I are history
It’s 4 feet thick and 10 feet tall