Come on in, boy
I hear you've a right to call me father
Yeah, me and half the city, way I hear it
Aw, come on, don't be like that
I always like to keep an eye on all my, uh
What, your bastards? You ain't much of a family man
Ah, now that's unfair
See, I'm making you an offer here and now
Join your real family
What, be an Olympian? Give me a break
No, I'm serious
Of course, there are a couple of jobs that you gotta do first
Prove your loyalty
Welcome to the family
'Twas nigh a hundred years ago
When first I met my father
He embraced me close and asked if I would rather live forever or die
Paupers of the streets, they have their meagre years
And so into the Acheron with the ferryman
A short and mortal span
But the rich, they can escape eternal drudgery
Son, what do you say?
I can pay your way
If your part you'll play
In service to the family
As my favoured son
Buy a life eternal with these bloodied hands
In service to the family as the favoured son
Well done! I hear you're making quite a name for yourself
So they say
Oh, and congratulations on making me a grandfather
It's about that I wanted to talk to you, actually
I know what you're going to say,
But I'm afraid the offer only extends one generation
Immortality's expensive
Well there's plenty of work elsewhere, pops
Going freelance?
Maybe I am
I'm sorry to hear that. Let me know if you ever... change your mind
So as the decades passed, I proved myself an asset
The thunderbolt of Zeus and as the fates would have it
My violent habits grew
The screams and spurting blood were mother's milk to me
They cradled and delighted 'cause I'm the one he chose
Against adopted foes, steadily I rose
And showed the world my pedigree
Service with a smile, laughing all the while
Murder or defile to make my father proud of me
As his favoured son
Buy myself my Freedom with these bloodied hands
In service to the family as the favoured son
What the fuck did you do!?
Me? Way I hear it,
You're the one who went crazy and killed his whole family
It's a fucking set up!
Let's not quibble about who killed who
The fact is, I got you acquitted
And that costs
Tell me what I have to do
Oh, don't worry, we've got a few things lined up
Welcome home, son!
When I awoke, I found my home a charnel house
My children butchered, bled and carved
Their little limbs asunder and strewn across the floor
One task then another, paying off my pardon
No time, my tears to smother
So if they won't retreat
Flood the fucking street
But shoot them in the feet if they try to run away
When they go to ground, burn their houses down
More will come around in penance for my family
As the favoured son
Buy myself redemption with my bloodied hands
In service to the family as the favoured son