Lyrics
Your father was a useless man and he would one day have one of his own,
and you mother was a useless mass and she would one day have one of her own
Your siblings had no kin worth dying or fighting for;
It was a fine dining affair and that was all
And if our daughter was to die a lonely loveless widow i would cry for her
I leave the girl, the morn, and then, i come back in the eve, the girl
Your father was a useless man and he would one day have one of his own.
remember the evening suspended in time, that when the sun came down it
confused the surrounds and what was to please
Did you see me ride that sun and caress the screaming tyres into the tree?
And this is the tip of sincerity
And if our daughter was to die a lonely loveless widow i would cry for her
I leave the girl, the morn, and then, i come back in the eve, the girl