Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Bastard Son

Song 10

Bastard Son

140BPM

E♭MAJOR

Lyrics

Imagine that
It was a hit or a miss
And you can't enjoy a second of a minute you live
I don't appreciate the tiny little bit that you did
And I don't give a shit your at the top of my hit list

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

I'm a bastard
Never wanna finish my task dude
Your so rude
If it's a mutual agreement well I need proof
I find myself believing what is not true
It's because of
Because I needed you
But I don't need you
I don't need you
(And I don't need you)

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

When will you relieve
Me of the weight upon my shoulders
I was thinking now that I’m getting older
We could have just one
Conversation without yelling

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

You’re a far off memory
A broken fever dream
And everything got bizarre
Floating endlessly in the dark

There's a ghost in the house
He hops all around
Ooo ooo
Get out, get out, get out

Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family
Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family

Imagine that the perfect family tree
That would’ve enticed Adam and Eve

You son of a bitch
You couldn’t take the heat
But you’d never admit that
Which is sad and it made me so mad
But I forgive
And it’s more than you deserve