Father my father, well what have you left for me
What am I to make of this convoluted legacy
You raised me, ingrained me
Led me to believe that the world had some order
A bedrock of honesty
With this naive outlook in my mind
Imagine then my profound surprise
when my eyes were opened to the reality
A world built on half truths and Christian hypocrisy
Where left hands are wrung to deplore all our poverties
While right hands dig shallow graves to bury the meek
What have we learned
Do as we say, not as we do and don't ask
Like the students at the Sorbonne in sixty eight
I've got a conundrum
I and the letter of the law are agreed
But the spirit's not with us in working until
Everyone has everything they need
I know what I must look like
Some kind of revolutionary
But I'm just trying to get some things straight
To salvage that honesty
Father, I've tried to follow you
in what you say and what you do
Father, I've always followed you
I'm everything you wanted me to be