So sorry son, you're worrying your mother No explanation's gonna make it seem alright Young boy, listen to your father It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide
How does it feel? When you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun... (Tell me how it feels)
Did you see your life flash right before your eyes? Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor Young boy we're going to send you to the lions The men all dressed in white, when you became undone How does it feel When i might have brought you up but you are not my son (Tell me how it feels)
So many times i tried to bring you up you brought me down I won't consider you again Stop looking at me like you care I worked my fingers to the bone I'm not your father or your friend
You might have lived here once but this is not your home (Tell me how it feels)
You don't mean much to me, I didn't plant the seed I'm not your father cause you didn't turn out right Young boy, send you to the fire The men all dressed in white, it's more than suicide How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? When you're looking down the barrel of the loaded gun...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
