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