Better Son

There's a hole in my socks
It's getting me sad
But as nobody will see
This is not that bad

You should be thankful, my dear
For having socks you can wear

I'm sorry, mom
It's a promisse, mom
Don't worry, mom
I'll be a better son

There's a hole here inside
But no problem, I can hide
I just have to smile
And let it pass with time

You're alive, healthful and
What miss in you is faith on the Man

I'm sorry, mom
It's a promisse, mom
Don't worry, mom
I'll be a better son

I still don't understand
I appologize for asking it
But why do I have to accept
Things I dont agree with?
You know, it's tough

It's enough, honey
You should work and bring the money

I'm sorry, mom
It's a promisse, mom
Don't worry, mom
I'll be a better son

You're the best forever
Dad's not here - he's never
My problems compared to yours are little
Don't cry, sweety mom
I love you, son
You'll always be my hero!