I am the son, I am the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way I am human and I need to be loved Just like everybody else does
I am the son, I am the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I'm the son and heir of nothing in particular
Chorus
There is a club if you'd like to go You could meet someone who really loves you So you go and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home and you cry and you want to die
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