A gut-wrenchingly cringey show this week. Our boys must endure a truly ridiculous song featuring lazy metaphors, spoken word sections and the most Nice Guy shit you've ever heard!
Like Bastard Like Son Lyrics
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Two figures sit alone
At a table playing chess
In the space far outside the world
One of the men
Has a burn across his chest
And thus our tale unfurls
The man in white
Shook his head
‘Worst game I’ve ever seen’
As the man in black
In one fell swoop
Took the white man’s queen
‘I’ll get her back’
Said the white man
As he banged his fist on the table
‘Of course you can’
said the black man
‘That is, if you’re able
For two times now I’ve taken your queen’
He leant back in his chair
‘Why don’t you just forget her?’
At this the white man stood up and
Knocked the chess board off it’s stand
He gazed in awe at his right hand
Where a burn mark was growing
The man in black begun to laugh
‘My virus has begun to graft
To the external tools of your craft
Your weakness my son is showing’
‘What have you done to me?’
Through gritted teeth
The white man cried in pain
‘I’ve done to you what’s done to me
My son, you cry in vain’
The white man fell to the floor
Hand to his throbbing breast
You cannot begin to comprehend
The pain now in his chest
‘You see, I’ve got this virus’
The man in black began
‘And before it inevitably kills me,
I thought I’d go out with a bang.
It’s a mix of bitterness,
Jealousy, selfishness and hate.
Of cynicism, malice
And that vengeful twist of fate.
Know that your heart and my disease
Have easily become one
I’m glad that I’m the one to say…
You’re going to hell my son
No matter how you fear
You’re going to hell my son
Your time is nearly here’
’Stop that now!’
‘You are condemned’
‘I’m not like you!’
‘To hell my friend
You’re going to hell my son’
‘Enough! I am my own man!
And I am not your son!’
‘Haha Oh really?
Erin, Diana, Emma, Joana
Your opinions, your minions
Your cold hearted deeds!
YOU’RE FURTHER ALONG THAN ME!
Further along than me!
You’re going to hell my son
You’re going to hell my son
Oh you can try, but when you die
You’re going to hell my son’
The man in white
Closed his eyes
He felt his world slipping away
He only held on long enough
To hear the black man say
‘You’re going to hell my son
No matter how you wish
You’re going to hell my son
Soon you will be finished’
And then the world was black
Until the voices of everyone the white man loved reached him
He body was bathed in a white hot light that pierced the darkness
And slowly he was pulled back from the brink of oblivion
When the man in white came to, the man in black was gone
Either chased away or destroyed by the light
He walked over to the chessboard
And saw that the man in back had taken all of his pieces, leaving only white
‘Hmm’
As the white man turned to leave,
he heard the sound of a thick liquid being disturbed
He lifted his shoe to his face
His sole wa-BLACK!!!
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