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Musical: Aida
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Zoser: Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes No point in feeling pure boy, your background intervenes Listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate To this you must be reconciled, you'll always be your father's child At times acclaimed, at times reviled You'll wind up doing just what I've done Like father, like son Radames: Don't assume your vices get handed down the line That a parent's blood suffices to condemn the child's design I've done wrong, I can't deny, but at least I know that I Shouldn't blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock I'm no chip off any block, I wouldn't wish those words on anyone Like father, like son Zoser: Son you're nervous, take my hand All is settled,all is planned You've got the world at your command I don't think you understand Radames: I appreciate too well The squalor at which you excel it isn't very hard to tell Evil's a distinctive smell Zoser: He's lost all sense of reason, and why? Some foreign slut That is the road called treason, Some doors are slamming shut Just like me he's found that flesh can excite but will enmesh Once we rid him of this blight. Once this harlot's out of sight. Then I think he'll see the light. He won't walk back to daddy he will run. Like father, like son... Back to main page: Aida Lyrics Broadway Aida Lyrics
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