When I was a child my father said Never run before you crawl And you must never forget To listen for a call If you hear it don't relent Give everything, give all Since then I have fallen down so many times That I no longer feel the pain So many times I thought That I may never rise again And when the dust began to clear I could hear a call so faint I am no fortunate son I am no favoured one I am but a loaded gun Fired into a world gone wrong Face down in the dirt I learned You don't always get what you deserve I can hide, I can try to run But I am what I have become And now that I have children of my own My father's voice returns Reminding me to teach them How to lean into the yearning How to listen, how to hear How the still voice to discern I am no fortunate son I am no favoured one I am but a loaded gun Fired into a world gone wrong Face down in the dirt I learned You don't always get what you deserve I can hide, I can try to run But I am what I have become I am no fortunate son And I am no favoured one Like you I'm a loaded gun Fired into a world gone wrong Face down in the dirt I learned You don't always get what you deserve I can hide, I can try to run But I am what I have become Hi, I'm the preacher's son Hi, I'm Hi, I'm the preacher's son Put your hands up Everybody put your hands up Put your hands up Everybody put your hands up Put your hands up Everybody put your hands up Put your hands up Everybody put your hands up