Lyrics Our Father - Sol Invictus

Our Father

Our Father art in Heaven
He had a belt which he knew how to use
His favourite colours were black and blue
We were always walking in to doors
Mama spent a lot of time bleeding on the floor
Our father was good with his hands
You could say he was a family man
Our sister was his favourite
Always first to his kiss
When he took her for a Sunday drive
There were tears in her and mama’s eyes
Our father was good with his hands
You could say he was a family man
Our father was good with a bar
Now he sits on the metal piece in an old jar
My mother and sister were raised well
My father’s gone, it’s my turn
Like father I’m good with my hands
You could say I’m a family man
The apple don’t fall far from the tree
Driving this Sunday one happy family
This apple don’t fall far from the tree
Driving on Sunday one happy family