Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough My heart is like a hand-me-down made soft by older brothers My body's like my father's house, the sin of genera~ons You shook the ground beneath my feet, my hopes

Playing the role of mom and dad Working so hard just to get paid As a single parent life ain't easy Consider, how she make it to the end of the day I wonder, how she make it to the end of the day I never know no father yet you provide my dinner And I

How much longer are you gonna pay For yesterday Sins of the father One more cross to bear Go on lose it in the city I am the crazy man Who lives inside your head But I think I'm breaking through the wall You are the innocent

Make it rain Make it rain down low Oh make it rain And just the same When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go

Fire in the sky Paralyzed with fear You know you're gonna die Dragonaut is near Father of Sin I'll drag you all in Bow down as I petrify Welcome to my world of steel Master of my domain

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 watches on As mother dismembers Her

Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide Three hundreds years still no one knows, the secret remains

And where are the roads to freedom? Where is the life his father knew? Where is the love, where is the joy And tell me, where are the roads to freedom? A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings And painted wheels that never roll Who hears the sighs? Who

Father, we seek your blessing Everyday our children cry Although some of us are missing Restore life up for I and I Slippery, slippery out deh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (There's no get away) Oh yeah, Jah, Jah, we pray Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah It no

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs