I've been in orbit with a sheik and king. My family crest is on a cancer wing. So, I take what I want And I never give a damn. I'm the son of the son of a self-made man. Tonight's a party and it lasts all life. I've done cocaine up through the rolled-up bill of rights. And I take what I want And I never give a damn. I'm the son of the son of a self-made man. But just don't tell the poor people that they're not like us. My blue jeans cover up my blue blood money. Black, white, grey But gold is gold, boy. Sonny, we rigged the system at the dawn of time. I know no bottom but the bottom line. And I take what I want And I never give a damn. I'm the son of the son of a self-made man. Yes, I take what I want And I never give a damn. I'm the son of the son of a self-made man. Joe Pernice Bony Gap Music (BMI) admin by BUG/BMG
I don’t write many of what I think of as topical songs. But this is one of them. It just seemed like the right time to let it fly.
Like the Joe Pesci character in Casino said, “It all came down to one thing: cash.”
I recorded it this morning into my iPhone using my Shure MV88 mic. No mix. No EQ. I played my kid’s small body Art & Lutherie acoustic. Converted the file to mp3 which is required by Substack.
If you listen closely during the middle eight you can maybe hear my sutures dissolving.
As always, thanks for listening and take care of yourselves.
(The Son of The Son of) A Self-Made Man