Now darling, go and try to make up with your mama Pick up the phone and call yourself you're papa Try to make ammense before they're dead
And brother, go and try to get your shit together No one expects you always to be clever Whether you've done the best or worst its all you can
A father, son and some messed up folks This blighted tree's been trimmed But these limbs to grow Hold on to hope
Try to understand, try understand, try to understand I ain't your man So go dust it off, go walk it off...
Now mamma, try opening up your mouth to all these children Speak up and let some wisdom flow right through to them Well from your lips to someone ears its said, or so its said
Now a father, son and some messed up folks I think i'll get it someday, but for now i won't Hold on to hope
Well me, i, guess we should have all just stuck together Take my own advice try to get better Cause whether its the best or worst, it's all i can, oh manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
