Father's hands were lined with dirt From days in the field And mother's hands are serving meals In a on Main Street With mouths to feed Just trying to keep clothing on our backs And all I hear about How it's so bad, it's so bad
(Chorus) It's too bad, it's too Too late, so wrong, so long It's too bad that we had no time to rewind Let's let's talk Let's talk
You left without saying goodbye Although I'm sure tried You call the house from time time To make sure we're alive But you weren't there Right when I needed you the most And now I dream about it How it's so bad, it's so bad
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Father's hands are lined with guilt For tearing us apart Guess it turned out in the end Just at where we are We Made it out, we still got clothing on our backs And now scream about it How it's so bad, it's so bad, so so bad