Father's hands were lined with dirt From days in the field And mother's hands are serving meals In a cafe on Street With mouths to feed Just trying to keep clothing on our backs And all I hear about How it's so bad, so bad
(Chorus) It's too bad, it's too bad Too late, so wrong, so long It's too bad that we no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Let's talk
You left without saying goodbye Although I'm sure you tried You call house from time to time To make we're alive But you weren't there Right when I needed you the most now I dream about it How it's so bad, it's so bad
(Chorus X2)
Father's hands are lined with guilt For tearing us apart Guess it out in the end Just look at where we are We Made it out, we still got clothing on our backs And now I about it it's so bad, it's so bad, so bad, so bad