Letra de Bitter Old Son

The old man gave me something, I guess he gave me something strong
A taste for all my vices and disdain for all I've done
Filled me up with guilt and kept my conscience questioning
I guess for everything I've done and become, I can put that man to blame
And take all of this denial to the grave
Stumbled upon hypocrisy through no fault of my own
I laid to blame the usual one, [?]
Certain other [?], my virtue and my worth
Sure as a curse, that bastard lit upon me with his words
Like poison running through me as I learned
He sang me songs of war
Love songs and sacred lore
And looked so old like the bitter man that he was
In time, getting older, tired and cheated and cliche
All the songs I've yet to sing, all the chords I forgot to play
I set in stone some years ago my vows and hopes and dreams
They've long since been faded by the years of being me
So lay me down next to the enemy
He sang me songs of war
Love songs and sacred lore
And looked so old like the bitter man that he was
I've left unfinished chores
[?] and bolted doors
[?] a bitter old son