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You glow with desires,
your mother and I'll never understand.
You call this reason,
we call it a treason
against your own kin.
For what you just struck us with,
you caught us completely unprepared.
Ain't got no son at all,
Ain't got no son at all,
This month is our family car
30th anniversary.
That's how real men take care of things.
These tables keep memories
of kicking and flipping
by a real man, getting real pissed.
You see,
this is why I'm so shocked
in this house there are things
that I so blindly missed.
So now I
Ain't got no son at all.
I ain't got no son no more.
Don't hate me,
oh papa
I've always tried to be the good one,
Always tried to be the nice one, oh
Don't hate me,
oh papa
Don't hate me,
Hush, my heart.
Crack and crack,
All your father's insecurities
reflecting on my ribs and
back to the chores,
back to the ironing board,
Hot beer breath down my neck,
LIKE A REAL WOMAN!
You came out so early,
And ruined my party.
And now love has got you
And you seem so happy,
And I can't take it anymore.
I've got no daughter no more, no more.
Don't hate me,
oh, mama.
I've always tried to be the good one,
Always tried to be the nice one, oh.
I ain't got no sun no more.