Son, you've got a way to fall They'll tell you where to go But they won't know Son, you'd better take it all They'll tell you what they know But they won't show Oh, I've got something in my throat I need to be alone While I suffer Son, you've got a way to kill They're picking on you still But they don't know Son, you'd better wait to shine They'll tell you what is yours But they'll take mine Oh, I've got something in my throat I need to be alone While I suffer Oh, there's a hole inside my boat I need to stay afloat For the summer long Left my sweet soul Beneath the bedclothes I'm not coming down Walls have ears But no-one hears When nobody's around Son, you'd better wait to fall They'll tell you where to go But they won't know