How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore Go on and on Grow into more of a phenomenon? Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother Be seated at the right hand of the father Washington hires Hamilton right on sight But Hamilton still wants to

Rise from the seats to sing hallelujah And my father told me, son It's not his fault he doesn't know your face And you're not the only one Although my grandma used to say, he used to say Darling hold me in your arms the way you did last night And we'll

Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide Three hundreds years still no one knows, the secret remains

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad

Good mornin' 'lil school girl, Tell your mother and your father, I'm gettin' me an airplane, can I go home, can I go home with you? I'm a little school boy too Woke up this mornin', woke up this mornin', I didn't know what to, I didn't know what to do

And this is how it all began On our first campaign to the Fatherland There was writing on the walls Looked like "Circus" there for me We were smoking Karl Marx With the junkies in the park I watched the barmaid keeping track By marking X's on our mats

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I wanna smoke that cigarette You know some cowboys like me go out like that Like a needle needs a vein Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain Like a lighthouse on the coast Like the father and the son need the Holy

Serpent's kin, born of sin, dark within Father of the wolf Betrayal of the Gods Born of evil blood So he found the heart in barren land It was beating, still alive He held it gently in his hand And looked up to the sky With evil thoughts of vicious kind

Got a lotta heart ache He's a fucking weasel Want to make a deal He's a player, diarrhea giver Tried to grow his hair out I would like to find him Friday night Hanging out with mom and trying on his fathers tights Life just sucks, I lost the one, I'm

A boat like Gideon Brown In a boat like Gideon Brown Oh Gideon lived across the bay He's gettin' older now His boat is big and strong and bold She has a stalward bow But my father's boat was second hand One someone used before