Hold on tight to your old man Under my wing long as I can There was a time when I thought I knew love Until you came into this world Time keeps on flying

Surprise surprise, surprise surprise You're much better looking when you're in disguise And this revolution has been brought to you by Oh you upper class daughters, and working class sons It's hard to save a dollar the way the world runs Those who seek

Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right I'm out here on the front lines I'm just trying to be a father Raise a daughter and a son Be a lover to their mother Everything to

Shudlee boop boo woodlee diddlee ooh, zeen On the intercom, Rosie tell me to come She did have a son 'Cause she didn't have a daughter She said the lift doesn't work Run up the stairs and come And if you don't come quick You not gonna see your son And I

The waters turn The hardships we endure You ain't the only son Or forgotten daughter Yet I keep on running And I won't look back The waters rise You never know just where they're at We have drowned in blackened waters

And daughters that don't belong to anyone And we are alone under this sun We are the long forgotten sons And we work to fix the work that you've undone Far from home on a road unknown Where the vultures circle on winds that blow From northern skies that

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

Over my dead body I'm gonna go to sleep Something for the rag and bone man Something big is gonna happen Someone's son or someone's daughter This is how I end up sucked in Let this wash all over me We don't really want a monster taking over Tiptoe

Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat Midnight, our sons and daughters Cut down, taken from us In the wind we hear their laughter In the rain we see their tears Night hangs like a prisoner Stretched over black and blue In the trees our sons stand

Now all my rage been gone I'd leave my rage to the sea and the sun Stole my children, left my son Of all of them, he's the only one who did not mean that much to me I tip my cap to the raging sea My daughter, she's the pretty one I married her off to the