Sorry this tab is not completely clear, but at least its something.
Phil Lord
Edinburgh
When I was your age I was just like you,
and just look at me now Im sure you do,
your grandfather was just as bad,
and you should have heard him trash his dad
my mums father was a tragic guy,
but he was so distant that no body knows why,
now your mothers familly you know them,
each and every one a gem, each and every one a gem.
When I was your age I hated my dad,
and I thought the feeling was a mutual one that we had,
we fought each other day and night,
I was always wrong and he was always right.
I dont know about this oedipal stuff,
but when we were together it was always rough,
Hate is a strong word I want to back track,
the bigger the front, the bigger the back,
Now you and me are me and you,
and its a different ball game altough not brand new,
I dont know what all this fighting is for,
we're having us a teenage middle age war,
it never really ends though each race is run,
this thing between a father and a son,
maybe its power, push and shove,
maybe its hate, probably its love,
maybe its hate, probably its love.
