Dad, Dad

When I was young
You would get upset
I would try to run
Get the belt again
Fathers beat by fathers
Pass down all the pain
Proof is in the pudding
Always able never willing

Suck it up and
Be a man
Just like your old man

I learned so much
From Dad's mistakes
Thank god for mothers touch
I mean for heaven's sakes

And I know it's wrong
To hold resentment I have and
I can't help but just feel this way

Where have the years gone
We can try to mend this
I can't find the right words to say

And I know it's wrong
To hold resentment I have and
I can't help but just feel this way

Where have the years gone
We can try to mend this
I can't find the right words to say

Beat on the brat like your father had
But I know that you still love me dad
I hope one day that you repent
Think of all the time we spent

Years and years of tough love
Hear the cry of the dove
Don't be your father's son
Be the one you wish you had

Oh when will they learn
Oh when will they learn
Oh when will they learn
Oh when will they learn



Credits
Writer(s): Ronan Ivanovich
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