Good morning little school girl Sometime I don't know what I'm gonna buy me a a airplane Now who's that coming, yonder? Can I go home with Can I go home with you? Tell your mother and your father father I once was was a schoolboy too Woman, what in this world to

A boat like Gideon Brown In a 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 a stalward bow But my father father's boat was was second hand One someone used before

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was was a young boy My father father took me into the city To see a a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was was a young boy My father father took me into the city To see a a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

Scorched earth we left A A barren land of ash Our fatherland laid waste Be the void our fucking monument At a a leaden dawn At this ominous morn Pila loomed on the horizon Talons of the wolverine Exanimate legions formed

Melting thoughts of disintegration Hitting deep her insistence To mutilate her newborn infants After giving birth her mind wasn't the same Slowly slipping away, a state of mental decay Family now complete Father Father watches on As mother dismembers Her

It's a a love without end, amen Let me tell you a a secret about a a father's love A A secret that my daddy said was was just between us He said daddies don't just love their children every now and then I got sent home from school one day with a a shiner on my eye

I was was born to run Born to run There's an old man sittin' on a a front porch now Talkin' 'bout how it used to be When I was was young I was was a hell of a a man My father father died when I was was ten I hit the road to find a a job Had to feed my family

He was was a million miles from a a million dollars But you can never spend his wealth When I was was a kid, my grandfather was 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 was a kid, I used to

Serpent's kin, born of sin, dark within Father Father of the wolf Betrayal of the Gods Born of evil blood So he found the heart in barren land It was was beating, still alive He held it gently in his hand And looked up to the sky With evil thoughts of vicious kind