Lyrics Strain - McCafferty

Strain

Fickle father, foolish son
We pray for pain, we pray for blood
I hope I die, I hope I’m high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky
I hope your body heals itself
I hope that God forgives himself
I hope I die, I hope I’m high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky
They say that I will live, will die
They say as well, I’ll burn in hell
So get your jacket exactly where you left it dear
I know you think it’s clear
I am the problem everybody saw him there
Alone eating alone
Fickle father, foolish son
We pray for pain, we pray for blood
I hope I die, I hope I’m high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky
I hope your body heals itself
I hope that God forgives himself
I hope I die, I hope I’m high
I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky
They say that I will live, will die
They say as well, I’ll burn in hell
So get your jacket exactly where you left it dear
I know you think it’s clear
I am the problem everybody saw him there
Alone eating alone
«I hear you’re seeking an attorney, go through the legal system to do what you
need to do and get out of here forever»