So he stumbles in with a broken jaw and a bloody pair of shoes And a heart unbroken torn unspoken, fuck you attitude "Well you should be warned I'm cold to the core and I do just as i choose," With a pride half stolen hand rolled chain smoking street tough kind of truth But a bastard song won't make this up for you Oh, try to shake it off But my shadow's like a ghost and I won't pray for nothing Oh just to feel young So we cleaned him up, and we gave him love and what I thought was safe refuge And tried to warm his stupid core used to heart ache and abuse Well it seems to me as he fell asleep, some part of him let loose, The bitterness an empty net for memories he'd love to lose But a bastard son won't change himself for you. Tell me does it haunt you now Let me fill it up pass it all around Show us where the blood drips down to the ground