Young Fathers - Only Child

I find it hard to be an honest man I guess I'll go and find out again I can hear lonely, lonely sounds Living like an only child I can hear lonely, lonely sounds Living like an only child Hallelujah it's a boy Celebrations gems and toys So blatant to the cause Blame the clients on the job Calm, cold, in control Young, bold, viscious This manufactured chemistry Weaving in and out the tapestry Breastfeed the baby that wasn't raised in the nanny state Or hidden from the belly, closer, closer to ascertain Body like a statue, grace of an antelope Displayed on the market, dispensing assets X 6 All that, gimme that, gimme that, all that All that, all that, gimme that, gimme that