Heaven Street Seven - Father

mother was an honest bitch but not honest enough to stand the fight day by day so she left
them behind without a doubt but weeping a months long time and then there were two baby boy one
year old and his loving father father spent most of his days drinking whiskey beer and wine
"sometimes I need a little a bit more time to figure out the shit in the good things that happen to
me" with these words he lay down one night and struck into the bitter air then he heard the voice
that baby cried "father I'm so thirsty" "I may be a bad family man not a father of the
model-notion but I love my little baby so that I would share with him every potion and not of
suntan-lotion" now they both sit and stare in the pleasure-merry-go-round and baby's head's just
like the score of a chemical experiments mature mature mature over-under mature mature mature mature vanity of nature when I was young I would always dream about climbing mountains diving into sees but as time went by I just had to realise that my god's
so hard to please so here I stand with a glass in my hand
with a heart full of love a heart open wide ain't gonna let my baby be left disappointed by the world outside