| 16 years since you went searching for the holy ghost
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| And got lost along the way like money in the post
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| Holier than most is how you used to act
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| Walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts
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| Paint it black
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| Men women children as well
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| If you don’t worship god then you’re going to hell
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| Always had to take it one step further you couldn’t just pray nope’s
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| Had to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokes
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| Like that Basement Jaxx song where’s your head at
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| When did you lose your mind same time your hair fell out
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| And your beard started to grow grey hairs started to show
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| Or was it when you started speaking in tongue on road
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| I was only 6 years old how could you subject me to that shit
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| Verbal syphilis complete fucking gibberish
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| I was sick of it but too afraid to say
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| Only saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that day
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| To Bible bash evangelising in the street
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| Looking like a tramp who collected trash
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| Even though you was brass you could have tried to look normal
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| Even if you was fucked in your head its awful
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| I know but I’m glad you done a disappearing act screw you
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| How could I ever introduce anyone to you
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| Baby this my dad he’s a religious nut. |
| («oh, hello… what the fuck!»)
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| I don’t hate you I don’t love you neither
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| You mean nothing to me your just another geezer
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| I won’t hit you
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| Still I won’t hug you neither
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| If we ever meet again cold is how I’m gonna treat ya
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| When we talk about your antics now there always met with laughter
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| «Did he really used to make you pray before you ate a mars bar?»
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| Yes every time we put something in our mouths we had to pray to Jesus
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| Why the fuck you think I never used to eat Malteaser’s
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| I slag you off now and don’t feel bad about it afterwards
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| Just like all the other kids abandoned by their fathers
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| «i hate my dad, Homer Simpson look-a-like fat bastard!»
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| Yeah, well at least you weren’t stuck with Ned Flanders
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| Who the fuck was I supposed to go to for answers?
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| Hey mum what’s this sticky shit in my pyjamas?
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| You weren’t around to teach me shit
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| Sold your own kids for some bitch
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| And no one’s seen you since
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| But I bet you turn up when I’m rich chatting shit
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| Like it weren’t your fault
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| Probably blame it on your bitch cause your bitch minds warped
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| We could here it in her voice every time she talked me and Lauren were young
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| but we weren’t dumb we knew what was going on
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| First time I met her when she was just your wife to be
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| I remember that something just didn’t seem right to me
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| From what I could see it was simple and plain
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| She had you under manners like a dog on a chain
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| Sometimes I used to wonder where you were and why you left
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| Was it all because of her or what you thought was best
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| But times have changed and I’m used to you not being there
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| So now I no longer wonder nor do I care
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| You could be dead for all I know
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| Even more fucked up in your head for all I know
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| Cause all I really know is that you left without saying bye
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| And ain’t ever looked back since
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| Yes there was a time you could have built a bridge but now the gaps to great
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| And you might find if you try it’ll jus collapse under the weight
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| Cause now its far too late cause we all grown up
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| How can you be part of our lives now when you’ve missed so much (that's why!)
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| You can’t run away from your past cause your past is hereditary
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| The blood that courses through my veins is your legacy
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| And will probably be the only thing ever left to me from you
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| Cause just like you
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| I myself have been gifted with a musical talent
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| Except I go by the name of Ben Drew not Paul Ballance
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| You lived your life like your namesake hung in the balance
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| Then you fell off the wagon and now the only thing that’s apparent is
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| You ain’t half the man you used to be
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| But I am more than you could ever be
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| Cause you could never see the world as I see it
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| Where as you try to be something you ain’t .I be it
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| And real fast your past is coming back to haunt you
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| Its gods will that such a big mistake like me should taunt you
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| Daunt you
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| Like a nervous feeling in your gut
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| I call it fate, but you can call it whatever the fuck you want
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| You’re just a lost little boy so here’s one less worry for ya
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| I don’t hate you
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| I just feel sorry for ya
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| In fact I pity you
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| I got so much shit on you
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| If I saw you on the street, I wouldn’t even spit on you
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| But I don’t hate you, Hating takes too much effort
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| And you ain’t worth the fucking time of day
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| As for love, that went when you went, Long ago |