Look Out Young Son Songtext

Bastard child that I am

You can see it in my swagger

In the palmist's lines of my hands

And my lips that bud like daggers



Look out young son

Look out young son

Look out young son

When I bloom you come a-crawlin'

Look out young son
Look out young son

Look out young son

When I bloom you come a-crawlin'



And I think I'm on a mission

Should I then shield my eyes

From the furtive looks of babes-in-arms

And the cries of their poor mothers



Look out young son

Look out young son

Look out young son

When I bloom you come a-crawlin'

Look out young son

Look out young son

Look out young son

When I bloom you come a-crawlin'



And my mama never speaks of him

Except when she's drunk and desperate

And even then it's just a brief retelling

Of his rough love and abandonment



Went into town one night

And the crowd like waters parted

He headed straight toward her

And aimed to finish what he started



And I think, like him, I have to roam

With what each night delivers

It's time to make my drive be known:

Turn lads into believers



Look out young son

Look out young son

Look out young son

When I bloom you come a-crawlin'

Look out young son

Look out young son

Look out young son

When I bloom you come a-crawlin'



I must be the devil's daughter

What a dark father to dwell in me

I must be the devil's daughter

Such a dark father to dwell in me