29 lyrics for "Mother and father"
It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals
PlayThe American dream on a shoestring, Give a good push just like a Brady, Too soon to be a mother and father, But too late for the alma mater, Babies makin' babies Say you'll love 'em 'till your eighty, Yeah it's always in the water First you grow it then
PlaySo love me mother, and love me father, and love my sister as well So love me mother, and love me father, and love my brother as well The sea said goodbye to the shore so the sun wouldn't notice The seaweed that wrapped its arms around you The carpet on
PlaySorrow swallows my screams My story starts the day they said "she can't be found" the news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too Cold-blooded, they suffered, shot down
PlayHelp is on the way (They said they said) Help is on the way You can't take that from me Just go ahead and try One by land, two by sea, right there in front of me They never came I have my mother's dreams I have my father's eyes
PlayA curse upon you Oliver Cromwell You who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the
PlayAiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin
PlayI been dogged and I been driven ever since I left my mother's home My poor father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could I'm a drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery I'm a poor drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery And
PlayThey 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
PlayThey 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
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