O daddy, your eyes are black oil
I've always been scared of your coils
O daddy, alone with the spoils
What have you to show for your toil?
O daddy, remember the joy?
I would take this beautiful boy
Fill his eyes with colour and toys
Shield him from devices and ploys
You want to do
You do not do
Daddy, I'm sorry that we're through
I have tried to get back to you
You who broke everything into...
I recall your silver and gold
And of all the stories you told
You want to do
You do not do
Daddy, I'm sorry that we're through
I have tried to get back to you
You who broke everything into...