Ćenred - Johar My Son Lyrics

My old Dad, he once turned to me
Said son, life's not all it's made out to be

Life - why is it so cruel
Johor my son
Don't be like me - always on the run, on the run

It's such a mystery to me
As I raise my glass - look over the sea
A pretty, pretty bird on my shoulder my word
As I bask in the sun, sip Jamaican rum
Singing my song
But I promise I don't mean you no harm

Be is it may
I can't find my way
In this world full of rules
A world rich with fools
Where no one believes
A world full of thieves

Escape into the sun
A man on the run

My old Dad, he once turned to me
Said son, life's not all it's made out to be

Life - why is it so cruel
Johor my son
Don't be like me - always on the run, on the run

Home is alone
A life at sea
As I follow this course
My destiny
Appeasing desires
Fueling my fire
Filling in time
With a life born of crime

Weather the storms
A life without form

A traiter to me
My one family

And the colour's they fade
Paradise gone astray

Falling away

And with salt on my tongue
I turn to my son

My young son, he once turned to me
Said Dad, what did you turn out to be

I said son, I was such a fool - Jordan my son
Don't be like me - always on the run, on the run