Thirteen and Fourteen
Still a momma's boy, so petrified
It was better to love at Eighteen
Than to pretend, at Thirty-Five
Now it's 4:20
God! I'm so high
I got no alibi
Ready or not, here it comes
Another season has begun
I am the father
And I am the son
I love you baby
You look pretty tonight
But momma didn't reply
Happy Birthday daddy
Surprise!
Sing a lullaby
Ready or not, here it comes
Another season has begun
Coming of age is gone
Remember the name when we're done
Nothing but silence
Life is short
