Number One Son

It's all about balance. It's all bout discipline
It's all about silence. It's all about listening

So keep your head down, number one son
Your time will come, number one son

It's all about focus. It's all about simplicity
It's all about practice. And it's all about subtlety

So keep your head down, down, number one son
Your time will come, come, number one son

Made yourself empty, let them fill you up

'Cause you put the cobs right into my mouth
And you were the air bag to cushion my fall
'Cause you put the rods right under my hands
And you put the armour around my soul

Around my soul. Around my soul. Around my soul
Around my soul. Around my soul. Around my soul
Around my soul. Around my soul. Around my soul
Around my soul...

It's all about balance... discipline