Turn your head son

It may not be the same world as mine son
You'll come to your conclusions after 15 years of fun
And you'll know shit on a stick to take home from a cheap circus
The only ones that care are the idealists and nurses

One day you can become one of them son
Turn your head we'll admire your hair, smile like a loaded gun
Be very offended as the world assembles to criticize
As the jealous and empty souls wear friend's disguises

Turn your head son and say thanks for your existence
Life is a ham sandwich pushing shit up hill persistence
Life is a daily joke played from the grinding stone to the pew
In the name of angel's laughter as they watch reruns of me and you

Turn your head son oncoming bus
Now meet the needy nurses that really care and fuss