A Fathers Son

G C Knee deep and born into it, Em D C You didn't ask for this and don't I know it? G A father's son, C We couldn't hope for less. Em D Pry these words from my cold dead lips, C Home is where the heart is. Em G And the ghosts I draw Em Will leave you cold. A bankrupt father D To skin and bones. G I'm moving over. Em C I'm making room for you. D I'm making room. G C I will occupy the space between Em D C What you say and what you mean. And you say G C That the devil's in the detail. Em And if that's true, D When he is through with me he will C Sure as hell be after you. Em G And the ghosts I draw Em Will leave you cold. A bankrupt father D To skin and bones. G We escape, we escape, we escape, Em With our minds made up. G We escape, we escape, we escape, Em And our time is up.