Bastard Son of Affluence Blues
Devotion
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I am the bastard son of affluence,
I've got no right to these blues
Cradled in the lap of luxury,
But that's not the life I choose
Yet, I am the product of privilege,
The baby born with silver spoon in mouth
(even if I tried I couldn't spit it out)
Beneath the blankets of security
you know I'm sleeping safe and sound
Bastard son
I am the bastard son
I am the bastard son of affluence,
I've got no right to complain
Suckled from the teat of high society,
It wasn't to my taste
Now I've got dirt beneath my nails,
But it washes off so easily
Handed a slice of the good life,
I guess it wasn't good enough for me
Bastard son
I am the bastard son
Set my place at the table,
But I don't eat from your spoils
Grown man,
Still just a stubborn boy
Been given everything,
I know that I'm the fortunate one
I can't help myself,
I am the bastard son