Holy Sons Family Man
I'm not much of a family man
I turn a corner wherever I can
If I make it through my working week
Don't like the ceilings so low
On my every night
On my every night
Anxious vs. paranoid on my hit of grass
See that face so much, oh with the bad taste built to last
I saw my passions sink, as my disappointment grows
No one said, no one taught about the other side
Of my youth's rainbow
The fire might be out but I don't know
Can someone come and show me who I am?
Never fall in love again, or maybe so
The fire might be out but I don't know
I walk along an empty street
The same thing as the crowd
And answer questions deep in mind
Same silence when out loud
I'm wondering if I am a man with a caring soul
Or if I'm only just two eyes that stared too deep one too many nights
Into the empty nothing left
Just some dust and some coal
The fire might be out but I don't know
Can someone come and show me who I am?
Never fall in love again, or maybe so
The fire might be out but I don't know
