| Song | My Father's Son |
| Artist | Pearl Jam |
| Album | 2014/06/17 Amsterdam, NL |
| I come from a genius, I am my father’s son, | |
| Yeah, too bad he was a psychopath and now I’m the next in line, | |
| (Lonely nest), dear mother, yes, surely she’s a work of art, | |
| I never got top dollar, but she gave us all a star. | |
| This gene pool don’t hurt me. | |
| Can I beg a release | |
| From the volunteer amputee? | |
| From the moment I fell | |
| I called on DNA, | |
| Why such betrayal | |
| Got me tooth and nail. | |
| Yeah, how’s about one conversation with nothing else left to be had, | |
| (Oh, is this) your long lost son, and he’s never had dear old dad, | |
| I forget the insemination and for that I’m s’posed to be glad, | |
| What a pity you left us so soon to climb your mountain of regret. | |
| Can I get a reprieve? | |
| This gene pool dark and deep. | |
| Can I beg a release? | |
| Can I volunteer amputee? | |
| From the moment I fell | |
| I called on DNA, | |
| Why such betrayal? | |
| Oh I gotta set sail. | |
| Oh real bright light shining as you’re trying to breathe in thin air, | |
| Cannot forget you’re hiding collected wounds left unhealed, | |
| When every thought you’re thinking sinks you darker than the new moon sky, | |
| The faraway lights rising in the whites of your eyes. | |
| Now father you’re dead and gone and I’m finally free to be me, | |
| Thanks for all your dark gifts for which I’ve got no sympathy, | |
| I’m living in a walled-up place in the bounds of 5th symphony, | |
| Thanks for this and thanks for that, I gotta let go, learn to see (legacy?). | |
| Can I get a reprieve? | |
| This gene pool don’t hurt me. | |
| Can I beg a release? | |
| Can I volunteer amputee? | |
| From the moment I fell | |
| I called on DNA, | |
| Why such betrayal | |
| Oh I gotta set sail. |
| I come from a genius, I am my father' s son, | |
| Yeah, too bad he was a psychopath and now I' m the next in line, | |
| Lonely nest, dear mother, yes, surely she' s a work of art, | |
| I never got top dollar, but she gave us all a star. | |
| This gene pool don' t hurt me. | |
| Can I beg a release | |
| From the volunteer amputee? | |
| From the moment I fell | |
| I called on DNA, | |
| Why such betrayal | |
| Got me tooth and nail. | |
| Yeah, how' s about one conversation with nothing else left to be had, | |
| Oh, is this your long lost son, and he' s never had dear old dad, | |
| I forget the insemination and for that I' m s' posed to be glad, | |
| What a pity you left us so soon to climb your mountain of regret. | |
| Can I get a reprieve? | |
| This gene pool dark and deep. | |
| Can I beg a release? | |
| Can I volunteer amputee? | |
| From the moment I fell | |
| I called on DNA, | |
| Why such betrayal? | |
| Oh I gotta set sail. | |
| Oh real bright light shining as you' re trying to breathe in thin air, | |
| Cannot forget you' re hiding collected wounds left unhealed, | |
| When every thought you' re thinking sinks you darker than the new moon sky, | |
| The faraway lights rising in the whites of your eyes. | |
| Now father you' re dead and gone and I' m finally free to be me, | |
| Thanks for all your dark gifts for which I' ve got no sympathy, | |
| I' m living in a walledup place in the bounds of 5th symphony, | |
| Thanks for this and thanks for that, I gotta let go, learn to see legacy?. | |
| Can I get a reprieve? | |
| This gene pool don' t hurt me. | |
| Can I beg a release? | |
| Can I volunteer amputee? | |
| From the moment I fell | |
| I called on DNA, | |
| Why such betrayal | |
| Oh I gotta set sail. |