Brown Shirt

Son, she said, have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy was nothin' but a
While you were sittin' home alone at age thirteen
Your real daddy was dyin'
Sorry you didn't see him
But I'm glad we talked

Oh, I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey, I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey, I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey, oh

Oh, she walks slowly, across a young man's room
She said I'm ready for you
I can't remember anything to this very day
'Cept the look, the look
Oh, you know where
Now, I can't see, I just stare

I, I'm still alive
Hey, I, but, I'm still alive
Hey, I, boy, I'm still alive
Hey, I, I, I'm still alive, yeah

Oo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh

Is something wrong? she said
Well, of course, there is
You're still alive, she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be?
Is that the question?
And if so, if so, who answers? who answers?

I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey, I, oh, I'm still alive
Hey, I, but, I'm still alive
Yeah, I, oh, I'm still alive
Yeah, I'm still alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): John Grayland, Susan Dorey, Derek Hammond, Adrian Crossan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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