|
| Mother |
| Tell your children not to walk my way |
| Tell your children not to hear my words |
| What they mean, what they say |
| Mother |
|
| Mother |
| Can you keep them in the dark for life |
| Can you hide them from the waiting world |
| Oh, mother |
|
| Father |
| Gonna take your daughter out tonight |
| Gonna show her my world |
| Father |
|
| Not about to see your light |
| But if you wanna find hell with me |
| I can show you what it's like |
| 'Till you're bleedin' |
| I'm not about to see your light |
| But if you wanna find hell with me |
| I can show you what it's |
|
| Mother |
| Tell your children not to hold my hand |
| Tell your children not to understand |
| Oh, mother |
|
| Oh |
| Do you wanna bang heads with me |
| Do you wanna feel everything |
| Oh, father |
|
| Not about to see your light |
| But if you wanna find hell with me |
| I'm gonna show you what it's like |
| 'Till you're bleedin' |
| I'm not about to see your light |
| But if you wanna find hell with me |
| I'm gonna show you what it's |
| Like |
|
| I'm not about to see your light |
| But if you wanna find hell with me |
| I'm gonna show you what it's like |
| 'Till you're bleedin' |
| I'm not about to see your lie |
| But if you wanna find hell with me |
| I'm gonna show you what it's like |