He was raised in the English way His daddy taught him respect, he taught him how to pray They sent him off to boarding school Where he learned how to live by someone else's rule
And he went to confession He went to confession Holy father wash my sins away He went to confession He went to confession Mother Mary take the pain away
He read letters from home at night in his bed And got this uneasy feeling when his father said
Fear of God and the fell of the rod Will raise a good boy The fear of God and the feel of the rod Will raise a good boy
He bought his daddy's car and he learned to drive And when he left school he got a nine-to-five He met the girl and he got his spouse And they had the child and they got the house
And he went to confession He went to confession Holy father wash my sins away He went to confession He went to confession Mother Mary take the pain away
He loved his son and he helped him build walls and fronts He knew he'd heard it before Someone had said it once
Fear of God and the fell of the rod Will raise a good boy The fear of God and the feel of the rod Will raise a good boy
He raised his son in the English way And he taught him respect, he taught him how to pray He sent him off to boarding school Where he learned how to live by someone else's rules
And he went to confession He went to confession Holy father wash my sins away He went to confession He went to confession Mother Mary take the pain away
It must be something much deeper than fear or pain Another child learns a pattern he won't break the chain
Fear of God and the feel of the rod Will raise a good boy The fear of God and the feel of the rod Will raise a good boy The fear of God and the feel of the rod Will raise the next boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
