A boat like Gideon Brown In a boat like Gideon Brown Oh Gideon lived across the bay He's gettin' older now His boat is big and strong and bold She has a stalward bow But my father's boat was second hand One someone used before

Good mornin' 'lil school girl, Tell your mother and your father, I'm gettin' me an airplane, can I go home, can I go home with you? I'm a little school boy too Woke up this mornin', woke up this mornin', I didn't know what to, I didn't know what to do

Got a lotta heart ache He's a fucking weasel Want to make a deal He's a player, diarrhea giver Tried to grow his hair out I would like to find him Friday night Hanging out with mom and trying on his fathers tights Life just sucks, I lost the one, I'm

He was a million miles from a million dollars But you can never spend his wealth When I was a kid, my grandfather was a preacher He said God only helps those Who learn to help themselves Wave, put your hands up, and hands down When I was a kid, I used to

Jesus is my friend God is my friend Oh don't go and talk about my father He made this world for us to live in, and gave us everything And all he asks of us is we give each other love Don't go and talk about my father 'Cause God is my friend He loves us

It is him I love Holy Father Say I shouldn’t be here but I can’t give up his touch Don’t you try and tell me that God doesn’t care for us We need to talk I have a secret

Please just listen 'cause I don't ask for much I am my own man, I make my own luck I know I let you down It's hard to stay I'm sorry for how I up and left this town I'm sorry, father Please forgive me I can't remember Please forgive me, no one is calling

Tomorrow I ride at dawn Like my father And his father And his father before Watched the soil burn with fire War after war Done things I didn't know I could For the common good Give a man a hundred years

And this is how it all began On our first campaign to the Fatherland There was writing on the walls Looked like "Circus" there for me We were smoking Karl Marx With the junkies in the park I watched the barmaid keeping track By marking X's on our mats

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad