Hello Mom, I'm fine
Where the sun is dying
How's the weather 'round my old hometown
You see no worry about my living
Say that all's forgiven
What's lost is bound to be found
I hope you don't expect to see me
'Cause you know I'm very far away
You know I really miss you
But a man's got to make it on his own someday
Soon she sends him greetings
'bout the school civic meetings
Says she's doing well — In her cell
Yeah, her brother won a race now
And he's proud to show his face now
On the corner scene and his paper doll dreams
And me, I guess I'm living
Taking what's for the living
Oh Ma, you know how
I really wish you could see what's on my mind, yeah
Yeah I guess it's kinda lonely
And I've been uptight for money
But I'll make it on my own - staying high
You seem upset about the drugs and things
Yes, I've fin'lly found my way
'Cause its my way gonna get to freedom
You failed with me
Someday you'll understand all this
Just what it is I mean to say
Just don't try and love me
I don't want to see you hurt this way
Guess I'll be a goin'
Makes a guy afraid he's blowin'
That's how money kills, somewhere
Mom, I cannot mail this
And let you know I've failed, that's
Just not right somehow
Oh no, I rather let you think I'm dead
Than hung on drugs instead
I'm dying anyhow — and it's too late now
And I guess there's a moral somewhere
But I can't seem to think just now
If I had to do it over
I guess I'd try to change the trial somehow
Lord, it's really hell
When you're living in a spell
And nothing's like it seems
In a cocaine dream
Son was produced by Paul Pacific.
Golden Smog released Son on Fri Dec 11 1992.