Father's hands were lined with dirt From long in the field And mother's hands are serving meals In a cafe on Main Street With 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) too bad, it's too bad Too late, so wrong, so long It's too bad that we had no time to rewind walk, let's talk Let's talk
You left 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 when I needed you the And now I dream about it How it's so bad, it's bad
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Father's hands are lined with guilt For tearing apart Guess it turned out in the end Just look at where are We Made it out, we still got clothing on our backs And now I scream about it it's so bad, it's so bad, so bad, so bad