Filho do Dono
Flávio José
Owner's Son
I'm not a prophet
Nor even a visionary
But the diary of this world is plain to see
A traveler
In the driver's seat of destiny
I'm just another thread of the scissors and the razor
Living life
I pull verses out of the hat
Cry, guitar, in this loveless world
Inequality
Rhymes with hypocrisy
There's no verse or poetry to comfort a singer
Nature mixes in the smoke
The creature dies
And the planet feels the pain
Despair
In the eyes of a child
Humanity closes its eyes to not see
Fantasy and violence on TV
Increase crime
The hunger for power grows
Thirsty ox drinks mud
A dry belly doesn't bring sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty
Because I'm the owner's son
Thirsty ox drinks mud
A dry belly doesn't bring sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty
Because I'm the owner's son
I'm not a prophet
Nor even a visionary
But the diary of this world is plain to see
A traveler
In the driver's seat of destiny
I'm just another thread of the scissors and the razor
Living life
I pull verses out of the hat
Cry, guitar, in this loveless world
Inequality
Rhymes with hypocrisy
There's no verse or poetry to comfort a singer
Nature mixes in the smoke
The creature dies
And the planet feels the pain
Despair
In the eyes of a child
Humanity closes its eyes to not see
Fantasy and violence on TV
Increase crime
The hunger for power grows
Thirsty ox drinks mud
A dry belly doesn't bring sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty
Because I'm the owner's son
Thirsty ox drinks mud
A dry belly doesn't bring sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty
Because I'm the owner's son
Thirsty ox drinks mud
A dry belly doesn't bring sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty
Because I'm the owner's son
Thirsty ox drinks mud
A dry belly doesn't bring sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty
Because I'm the owner's son
