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Song: | Your Father And I |
Album: | Quench | Genres: | Rock |
Year: | | Length: | 305 sec |
Lyrics:
It was the middle of winter And I drove us in my car Well, the snow started fallin' So we stopped off at a bar Well, the beer jugs started flowin' And your mother and I took the floor But by the last dance, we were tired So I booked a room next door
So if anyone asks you If you come from heaven above You're from a one-star motel With a five-star passionate love
It was a hot summer's day (hey, hey) And we drove there in our car And your father was thirsty So we had to find a bar Well, he wouldn't stop drinking And he couldn't stand on his feet We had to walk to a hotel And book ourselves into a suite
So if the teacher asks you 'Are you from heaven or are you from hell?' You're from a one-star drunken screw In a one-star motel Yes, if the teacher asks you 'Are you from heaven or are you from hell?' You're from a pitch-black toilet In a highway Taco Bell
I'll remember the birth For the rest of my time on this land Your mother sweating buckets And me holdin' onto her hand
Well, your father was absent He claimed he couldn't find the ward Just tugging on mezcal Trying to eat the umbilical cord
So if anyone asks you 'Do you know where you're from?', say yes You're from your mother's womb And your father's stinking breath
And if they ask you how you got here Tell 'em just what it took Your father's stinking breath And your mother's stinking mood
Your father and I won't tell the whole truth Your father and I won't tell the truth Your father and I won't tell the whole truth Your father and I won't tell the truth Your father and I won't tell the whole truth Your father and I won't tell the truth Won't tell the truth...
Aha, hey, ah-hey Aha... Na na na, na na na...
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