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• Artiste: Million Dead
• Titre: Father My Father
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Father my father, well what have you left for me? What am I to make of this convoluted legacy? You raised me, ingrained me Led me to believe that the world had some order A bedrock of honesty With this naive outlook in my mind Imagine then my profound suprise when my eyes were opened to the reality - A world built on half-truths and Christian hypocrisy Where left hands are wrung to deplore all our poverties While right hands dig shallow graves to bury the meek What have we learned? "Do as we say. not as we do and don't ask" Like the students at the Sorbonne in sixty-eight I've got a conundrum I and the letter of the law are agreed But the spirit's not with us in working until "Everyone has everything they need" I know what I must look like - Some kind of revolutionary - But I'm just trying to set some things straight To salvage that honesty Father, I've tried to follow you in what you say and what you do Father, I've always followed you I'm everything you wanted me to be