I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started Small town Alabama, from city life we departed Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and dark To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering What was in the woods waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling From the cereal diet Even though mama was trying to do the best that she could Alcohol made her violent Her boyfriend was a prick, probably twenty six Barley looked my direction and really didn't do shit My animosity grew along with my anger And impatience disastrous school My teachers knew I was trouble waiting And I did too, admittedly but I like it Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events Football and family oriented stuff But I never thought I had it rough I embraced it honestly cause I knew how different I was It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved I never knew my daddy but they said I was the same What a shame get your umbrella Wayne Here comes the heavy rain 'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm Dark blood stains after a dog fight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum I'm your son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun ???? 'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm Dark blood stains after a dog fight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum I'm your son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun And you can tell that I still don't give a fuck Still drinking whiskey ?? Slumerican made men, Criminals all around 70 thousand dollars a night isn't good, look Living a story using my wars my ?? ?? 'Cause I'm the lighting to your storm Dark blood stains after a dog fight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover after a long night I'm the snake outta your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum I'm your son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun