No Son Of Mine Lyrics - The Big Dirty - Every Time I Die

We've drained full confession booths 

Polluted drinking wells with our repentances 

And then stood grinning with our arm 

Around our shoulders of a rotting child 

Hold that pose, provisional arrogant little pigs 

Who devour their siblings 

Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed 

Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed 

Famine fathered a moth 

Famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers 

Keep your voices down, I'm sneaking out 

Hey, what's the big idea? 

Keep your fucking hands off the insight 

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That rat has got it's mother's eyes 

That rat has got it's mother's eyes 

Breeding and nausea 

They are pouring themselves into the sea 

Stop thief, stop thief, stop thief, stop thief 

Stop thief, stop thief, stop thief, stop thief 

Leave your drunken accident at the prom 

It'll grow to mend your broken heart 

Don't sign the dotted line 

Every house is a little bit of Hollywood 

Don't sign the dotted line 

Every house is a little bit of Hollywood 

The world is too incredible 

To bring such ugliness into it 

The artist is sneaking down the hall 

To impregnate the last of its kin 

Indiscernible mute in a swarm of derivatives 

Photos 

I deny any part, I deny any part 

Deadbeat, godfather 

Deadbeat, godfather 

Deadbeat, godfather 

Deadbeat, godfather 

Bite your tongue, who taught you those words? 

Blaspheme, when you are under my roof 

Don't ever say rock and roll 

Don't ever say rock and roll