Look at Your Son Now

I hate the way you won't let me go out on Friday nights I hate the way you try and say I need to live my life I think that I am doing just as well off on my own Why don't you go away dad and leave me all alone Well, I remember those times you told me to stay away from dope Dad, take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now I hate the way you make me stay in and do all my chores It's such a hassle it seems that I'm always doing yours I hate the car lectures you give me on the ride home While blasting Aerosmith on your fucking radio Well, I remember those times you told me to stay away from girls Dad, take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Son now Son now I remember those times you told me to stay away from booze Dad, take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now Take a look at your son now