The Bastard Son and The Spoiled One — текст песни (Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight))

I`m running out of fingers to count the things I`ve done wrong.
I`m dangling from the towers I`ve built to save my life.
Could it be I`ve been the one to kiss you to a tree?

Do you remember, when I was younger, what you used to say?
"If you raise them up, raise them up in me, they will not turn away."
Could it be I`ve been the one who almost went astray?

I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.
I`m not the grateful bastard son, I`m the rich and spoiled one.