Museum Of Love FATHERS
Well I've got one for the book
One it took too soon to tell
Saying someone's always doing
And no one's hangin' on the book?
The fathers' been an x on you and me
Pushes continents apart
As is the sunken cross
Can we just write ourselves off?
We know of the sermon
Full containers stocked with cash
Wage workers guarding it
Only a thief escapes the crash
I know we fought the rents for a long hard time
For their little boom and bust
Whenever they are doing well
The crumbs, they fall to us
I know fathers lived and died
So you could be by my side
The mothers not recall their names
They were just written off of the night
What brings you to me?
Hoping after the moonfall
I turn my pockets inside out
And it erased all trace of doubt
The giant children running wild
They just headed in the ground
Someone has got to rule the roots
And we just don't have the time
And you run for it, so I dim the world
For their metal boom and bust
Whenever they fall on hard times
You know what that means for us
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