The Butcher's Son

The windshield is unconscious,
and i wish i was to
The streets are tired and angry
you're good at what you do

The next time that i see you
it won't be like before
I won't roll my eyes there too [bad word] 
full of tears and [bad word] more´
cause you are good at what you do
i stand back and learn
The butcher's son to everyone
and now it's his sons turn

I'm told you sure to fit me
a bet their mostly blue
as am i and i know why
you're good at what you do
you're good at what you do

i drink in your honor
and i drink in your sure
i drank till i had my fill
i cried on your arm
i cried on your arm
cause you're good at what you do
i stand back and learn
the butcher's son thought everyone
and now it's his sons turn
cause you're good to what you do
i stand back and learn
the butcher's son to everyone
and now it's his sons turn