Paula Cole -
7
Father
Father
Father
Father
Father is a blackout
Father is a sacrificial art
Ready for sacrifice
The holy rite
Romanticized
Some distant shrine
A valentine
Pretty paper shine
Ego stroked
And stitched inside...
I take it and take it
And take it again
I take it and take it
And take it again
I Just rip you out, just get you out
Return to your karma
Live another life
Be the daughter, be the wife
Receive your lashings this second time
Be the beggar, be the shrew
Bring this karma upon you
And the river runs red
And the banished bed
Received your lessos, pick up the thread
We take it and take it
And take it again
We take it and take it
And take it again
Feelings wash anew
Another Father's Day too
A scab torn fresh
The blood lets, the skin stings
But my tears don't spring
Cause cynicism is my middle name
Don't come here to blacken my birth
Don't remember me
I'm not your baby girl
I take it and take it
And take it again
I take it and take it
And take it again
I take it and take it
And take it again
Father
Father
Father
Lilacs and hidden rooms
The scent of loss
The whiff of doom
Father
Father
Father
Father is a blackout
Father is a sacrificial art
Ready for sacrifice
The holy rite
Romanticized
Some distant shrine
A valentine
Pretty paper shine
Ego stroked
And stitched inside...
I take it and take it
And take it again
I take it and take it
And take it again
I Just rip you out, just get you out
Return to your karma
Live another life
Be the daughter, be the wife
Receive your lashings this second time
Be the beggar, be the shrew
Bring this karma upon you
And the river runs red
And the banished bed
Received your lessos, pick up the thread
We take it and take it
And take it again
We take it and take it
And take it again
Feelings wash anew
Another Father's Day too
A scab torn fresh
The blood lets, the skin stings
But my tears don't spring
Cause cynicism is my middle name
Don't come here to blacken my birth
Don't remember me
I'm not your baby girl
I take it and take it
And take it again
I take it and take it
And take it again
I take it and take it
And take it again
Father
Father
Father
Lilacs and hidden rooms
The scent of loss
The whiff of doom
Father
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Writer(s): Paula Cole
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