I got a number on me,
I got a number.
Won’t make it through the high noon sun.
I am my father’s son.
I am my father’s son.
His bed is made.
I was a hero.
Early in the morning,
I ain’t no hero,
In the night.
I am my father’s son.
And I’ll build a house inside of you.
I’ll go in through the mouth.
I’ll draw three figures on your heart
One of them will be me as a boy,
One of them will be me,
One of them will be me watching you run.
watching you run…
Into the high noon sun,
Watching you run,
Farther than guns will go.
You are a runner,
With a stolen voice.
And you are a runner,
And I am my father’s son.
I am my father’s son,
I am my father’s son.
