Wild Son - Black Francis

She fed me pictures better than scriptures

She read to me scriptures better than pictures

She read to me scriptures, I got me a picture

And I dreamed away

I’m never gonna be an Onan

You never gonna be Tamar

I can feel the heat of your little dart

Begging me to stay

It’s how I got saved

So don’t be afraid

Of the wild son

Hey, I’m your pitcher, and you’re my catcher

If you get butcher, then I’m a-gonna getcha

And I’m a-gonna betcha that I’ll be bitcher

And get carried away

Here I am alone and

Waiting for another day

I can hear the beating of my sacred parts

It never goes away

It’s how I got saved

So don’t be afraid

Of the wild son