It's a boy, man child
A question of genes
Body hair, deep voice, a hand full of dreams
We don't get any older
We're still stuck in school
Never felt much love, until you came through
Until you came through
All good boys, they follow the father and you
All good boys
They follow it
All good boys
They play with you
We can live with one another
Brother kills his long-lost brother
We can live with one another
Brother kills his long-lost brother
Little boys in charge don't know what to do
What a waste, so close, but sharing's taboo
We don't get any older
We're still stuck in school
We don't get any wiser
I'm still the same old mule, the same old mule
All good boys, they follow the father and you
All good boys, they follow it
All good boys
They play with you
The river, the river, the river runs through
From father to son, to tender the bruise
The river, the river, the river runs through
From father to son, to tender the bruise
The river, the river, the river runs through
All good boys, they follow it
From father to son
They play with you
To tender the bruise
The river, the river, the river runs through
All good boys, they follow it
From father to son
They play with you
To tender the bruise
The river, the river, the river runs through
All good boys, they follow it
From father to son
They play with you
From father to son
From father
All good boys, they follow it
From father
From father to son
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