Son, you've got a way to fall

They'll tell you where to go

But they won't know



Son, you'd better take it all

They'll tell you what they know

But they won't show



Oh, I've got something in my throat

I need to be alone

While I suffer



Son, you've got a way to kill

They're picking on you still

But they don't know



Son, you'd better wait to shine

They'll tell you what is yours

But they'll take mine



Oh, I've got something in my throat

I need to be alone

While I suffer



Oh, there's a hole inside my boat

I need to stay afloat

For the summer long



Left my sweet soul

Beneath the bedclothes

I'm not coming down



Walls have ears

But no-one hears

When nobody's around



Son, you'd better wait to fall

They'll tell you where to go

But they won't know