Poor Fool

I am my father's son

I've never known when to shut up

I ain't fooling no one

I am my father's sonWe don't see eye to eye

And I'll be the first to admit I've never tried

It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime

We don't see eye to eyeI was a young man when

I went down the same road as my old man

I was younger thenNow it's three am and I'm standing in the kitchen

Holding my last cigarette

Strike a match and I see my reflection

In the mirror in the hall