The Son

If you want to be the mother I want to be the son
And you treat me like a dog in front of everyone
Why you keep me in this jail? I want to see the sun
And you never ask me about what is wrong

The head in the cloud, I'm hiding the guns
You never talk
To know what is wrong, you must be the son
To live in this home you must be alone

Head in the cloud, hiding the guns
You just can't stay away
I'm so proud over the crowd
You just can't sleep away