Father, you know that I don't mean disrespect But the house is winning I don't want to be there when they collect (Father) the gratis-riding days couldn't last Smoking courtesy cigarettes and rolling up the tinted glass You're smart enough to make the numbers appear The way the shouts around the table want to hear But when it's over and the life we know is done What will you say to your idiot son? What will you say to your idiot son? I dreamed that I was being chased over ground I was climbing over backyard fences on my way out of town (I dreamed) but every place I came to was new And my legs gave out as I cried out "I don't think we can still get through." And I saw real estate that I would not call land And not a council seat would fail to understand But on the day there's really nowhere left to run What will you say to your idiot son? What will you say to your idiot son? Oww! Say this! You're smart enough to make the numbers appear The way the shouts around the table want to hear But you never had an ounce of faith in anyone What will you have for your idiot son? How do you explain to your idiot son?