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Ensemble rock-driven acousti-core
Orchestral! (Yep, that's a glockenspiel.)
{Music and lyrics by Ozone Pete}
I drove down to the precinct station,
It was a desolate, dirty day and the sky was leaking;
Oh my precious, darling daughter,
I couldn't bear to hear the hateful words that you were speaking.
In your haunted, hollow eyes, I saw a demon fly,
And she was dancing;
On a ruby-painted spear, she impaled your happy years,
She was so entrancing.
I cut the check and signed the forms,
Thinking of your wasted arms, and broken doors.
When you spat the word "Father" like a curse, you saw past you're raging thirst,
To the guilt and terror that I wore...
She's back on the streets again,
'Got to call my lawyer friend,
Is it too late to send a greeting or a warning,
Birthday kisses, one more morning?
Oh, it's the end......
Ev'ry absent father knows,
That the love from a mother flows
unceasingly.
And I had always thought,
That the fractured time I'd bought
would bring some peace in me;
But, oh, not so,
Oh it's the end....
I drove down to the county morgue,
It was a blighted, blinding night and the sky was falling.
I saw a spectre of yourself, clothed in rosy glowing health,
And I heard it calling,
"Father why'd you leave me here,
in this bitter house of tears,
where love had died?"
I answered, "Dad will always be,
close by when you're needing me."
But I lied.
There beyond the glass, where history ends,
I looked down and tried to pretend
that you were sleeping;
Prayers to Father Death and Tortured Son
sprang to my lips, but you were gone,
Beyond my keeping...
She's back, from the streets again,
No need to call my lawyer friend,
It's too late to send a greeting, or a warning,
Birthday kisses, just one more morning...
Oh, it's the end.
- Genre
- Orchestral Rock