Father, Father
Father, Father
You had to deep in the box
so you can a rise up for men
The world is getting cold,
yo got som nom while you play with it
Forgot your heart on the road
how you filling up the empty seets
Your hands are getting cold,
why you looking for another treet a glemse heet
And i be, runing from you
Father if you could just give me,
am tired of runing, am tired of runing
And i be, runing from you
Father if you could just give me,
am tired of runing, am tired of runing from you
Father, Father
You so obsessed with your high
colud I dident make a need
And i can see your loud sund
by the end of it
I feel so bad for you now
when your cleening up the roos to hill
Tell what so cold,
when you looking for that optimit to make it bleed
And i be, runing from you
Father if you could just give me,
am tired of runing, am tired of runing from you
Father, Father
Father, Father
Father, Father
Father, Father