If I look back on the souls that I once knew
And the things we spoke and thought were true
I become the fool and fall into
Forgotten hearts and thoughts of you
At night I could wish that they were here
With the hands and arms to pull me near
But all of these have turned to tears
Under the weight of all the years
Fathers
I turned your daughters into whores
And they liked it
And so we laugh about it now
Dead, all dead, all dead
So take all the words and paint them red
So take off your clothes and come to bed
And show me the places that you bled from
Dead, all dead, all dead
And not from the bullets in the head
And not from the words that someone said
But is this the way you want to end?
If I look back on the cruel insanity
And I would say they were wrong for loving me
I would walk away and let them bleed
Let them find somebody else
And I'd take this heart
And let it go
Where you would, you would
Never find me
Mothers
Your sons are drowning
In the tears that I gave them
And I'd give them out again
Dead, all dead, all dead
So take all the words and paint them red
So take off your clothes and come to bed
And show me the places that you bled from
Dead, all dead, all dead
And not from the bullets in the head
And not from the words that someone said
But is this the way you want to end?
Fathers
I turned your daughters into whores
And they liked it
And so we laugh about it now
(Laugh about it now)
Dead, all dead, all dead
So take all the words and paint them red
So take off your clothes and come to bed
And show me the places that you bled from
Dead, all dead, all dead
And not from the bullets in the head
And not from the words that someone said
But is this the way you want to end?
Dead, all dead, all dead
So take all the words and paint them red
So take off your clothes and come to bed
And show me the places that you bled from
Dead, all dead, all dead
And not from the bullets in the head
And not from the words that someone said
But is this the way you want to end

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