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Dave Hause

The Father, The Son, And The Homosexual Single Parent

 

The Father, The Son, And The Homosexual Single Parent

(альбом: Paddy - 2020)


They called it faith
They called it fair
They called it resolution
I call it shit when we were alone
They simply paid no mind
You'd suffered such a crime
Then there you were
A mother way too soon

They said you'd made your bed
Then they filled your head
With the sound
The bells of a cathedral
You say you're still ashamed
And I with that I could make it stop
Like salt thrown over shoulder
A coin tossed in a fountain
Not unlike a knock on wood

You said only in as much
As you were sensitive to touch
Did you feel like a human when they spoke?
And so you hid your life
All bottled up inside
Just enough to make
Your angels choke

You took all you heard
And tried to make them your own words
Only deafened by the sound
The bells of a cathedral
Now you hate yourself
And I wish that I could make it fucking stop
Like salt thrown over shoulder
A coin tossed in a fountain
Not unlike a knock on wood
Like salt thrown over shoulder
A coin tossed in a fountain
Not unlike a knock on wood
A knock on wood

All my life
Surrounded, unfounded
A teachings thought as threats
I won't forget
I won't forget

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