Dad's behind the times,
thinks God is real,
and prays to Jesus,
all the time.

Believed in a man,
that walked the earth,
he fed the multitudes,
with a bucket of sand.

Out of this box,
broke off the chains,
and was given a key,
knowledge to the locks,

Listened to philosophy,
broke into a world,
without a care at all,
ended up in misery.

Pushed forward,
refused the call,
to be what could be,
yellow bellied coward.

I lifted my head,
from the ground,
no one was there,
so was left for dead.

Ran away from home,
to do anything at all,
make anything of me,
if only to roam.

Worked me a*s off,
to make ends meat,
broke my leg to boot,
heard Dad silently scoff.



That's all I got so far. But there's more.