How Mr. Collins And Big Daddy Are The Same And Different
My son making him do something he didn't want to do
How long have I'd had my ears
Stuck in the mud no that they've turned into hard sandy blocks
That I can never hear his thoughts but my own
Shaping my son into what he never wanted to be
That's because they shaped their own form of destiny
My son! My son! Everyone I say grining all round
Pretty pleased with myself clapping everyone on the back
But deep down did I truly know the word of having the word son
By making my son do something he didn't want to do
To go on and follow their passions
Whether it's a passion for singing or following their own destiny
But as a father how long have I'd had our ears
And head stuck stuck in the sand
Pretty long I suppose
That I can never hear his thoughts but my own
Shaping my son into what he never wanted to be
That's because they shaped their own form of destiny