A Father’s Son-Citizen Cope

Look look what you've done Not to become your Father's Son Before that day, day, day is done You'll get your day, day, day in the sun In this time we've got here Between heaven and hell You'd prefer a motor craft But you're prepared to set sail The city wants details The state wants you nailed The people got they laws But the Lord's got the calls Since there's cash in the lots You did what they said you could not Writt that song like its all that you got Look look what you've done Not to become your Father's Son Before that day, day, day is done You'll get your day, day, day in the sun Do you mind livin' day to day? You mind livin' day to day You was found now you're lost You've got to make up what you cost That boulder on your shoulder Is that bear that you cross That stare that you plot That will that you got Could never have been bought In China or New York Look look what you've done Not to become your Father's Son Before that day, day, day is done You'll get your day, day, day in the sun Do you mind livin' day to day? You mind livin' day to day