Like a bedtime story, it started once upon a time in the west
It's a story of a father to a boy, who thought he was better than the rest
It is a tale of a weak old man who humiliated always his son
He had him swinging for the fences but never ever let him enjoy a home run
When the boy grew up, he had a troubled identity
He took the easy way out and reflected his father's ID
Now he is strutting around, like a peacock on speed
Telling everyone he meets that they need to concede
Letting everybody think he's got it all planned
For when he is in command
When he finally moved from his parents' home, to make it on his own
His charismatic powers came to use, as a charmer he was widely known
But he was lacking in confidence, self-esteem, and personality
His father's legacy went deeper in his soul than he ever would agree
With an inflated ego he can never function in a team
When push comes to shove, he falls back on his father's regime
Yes, he is strutting around, like a peacock on speed
Telling everyone he meets that they need to concede
Letting everybody think he's got it all planned
For when he is in command
He is strutting around, like a peacock on speed
Telling everyone he meets that they need to concede
Bear in mind, however, he is a dangerous man
When he's in command