Son of the Wind

Maybe not exactly the sort to make Mama proud.

He is the kind of a man that stands out in a crowd.

Only because people worry about what others think.

A Son of the wind sports a ponytail and ink.

“Weird”, some say as they stare at him from afar.

But, hell, they’re afraid to be who they are.

Trying to put on airs they look down on him a bit.

But a Son of the wind really doesn’t give a shit.

So ya got a million dollar mansion atop a big hill

To a Son of the wind, that ain’t no big fuckin’ thrill

So ya drive a Beamer to the Governors’ big ball

To a Son of the wind that shit means nothing at all

You think you got it all with that country club scene

I’ll tell ya, prepy, you ain’t got jack compared to me

Oh yea, you got it all and think ya got class

Have you ever been free? On a Harley, haulin’ ass?

Hell, how can you be happy tryin’ to impress everyone?

I am crusin’, and partying, and flat havin’ fun.

You’re so busy makin’ money you got no time for fun

Funny, cause when this life is over, I fuckin’ won.