A Promise To Distinction lyrics

One I was younger than
The youngest of fragile minds
I ate the day with bad manners
Then spit out the rind

And mother told me
As I looked to the sky
Yes my mother told me "My dear son,
You`re not the one"

I flew from home when I was just twenty-one
Young enough to be the feather of someone
I`ve got a conch pissed with conch republic rum
My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said:
"Son, by god what I could have done,
And you`re just like me,
You can really put `em down
oh if I was in your place I`d stay, have fun
But I抦 not the one"

Now I`m sitting here
Haggling over sums
Of money made by someone else
To me it don`t belong
I toss a smile to the mighty boss
He`s my God
But I`m a bit backwards
And I know he`s just a fucking dog.