[ Featuring John Parish, Liam Bailey ]
Hands on his hips with his beaten up soul when he Smile for the picture and look
Loss of his dad but the love from his mom got him
Fighting the mixture he shook
Daddy was a child when
His Daddy got killed
Daddy was a bastard
He died on the hills
No role model To pass on his skills
To pass on his wisdom
Pass on the feels
Pass on his on knowledge
Work like a man
Pass on his College
Pass on his plan
Nobody there tell him
Stand like he can
Lifting him up
Grabbing his hand
It really didn't matter which one
Died in the trenches
Both fought a war of a kind all the same evil
Forces against his
Face in the dark
Did his daddy feel the same
Lay awake in the stark and
Placing the blame
Cradle to grave see the pain on his face
Photo In his old man's hands
Laying out in No man's land
Praying on his grave in the sand
Hurt as a boy maimed as a man
2 women in the home
Living with a ghost
See it in their eyes
But it's Vivid for them both
