You said your daddy named you
But you forgot his name
He picked up his briefcase
Hit and run was the name of his game
Said you hold no grudge's
But you taste the bitterness

Said your momma worked hard
Broke her back for bills
She raised you just right
After daddy headed for hills
Abandonment creates certain skills
You're so resilient, it gives me chills

Raised in a barn
Covered in chipping paint
Or brought up in a city
By well-off saints
Sometimes it sounds like ill-conceived complaints
But for you, you know that it's never too late

To find yourself
Amongst rotting ambitions and decisions
Armed with will and knowledge
And that trademark precision
You peel off layers of old abrasions
You know you're right when you get the sensation