Brazen Abbot ©1997 Bad Religion - 9.Father To Child | Текст песни

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• Brazen Abbot ©1997 Bad Religion
• 9.Father To Child

Nikolo Kotzev – гитары, скрипка, фортепиано, клавишные, перкуссия
Joe Lynn Turner – вокал на 1, 4, 7, 10
Thomas Vikstrom – вокал на 2, 6, 9
Goran Edman – вокал на 3, 5, 8, 11
Ian Haugland – ударные
John Leven – бас
Mic Michaeli – орган

Her bloodshot eyes are open wide
When she's walking down the street
her brain is boiling – on a ride
Now she's into that beat
Don't feel pleasure, don't feel pain
it really doesn't matter
cause when the truth in her life shook her by surprise
she turned her head away from what's wrong or right

Father to child
he turned her life into a nightmare
Father to child
the man said I did it out of love
But it just made her hate...
Father to child

She's on parole she'll take the chance
to travel back in time
for twisted forms of romance
she's a killer machine
The fallen angel on her mind, memories of degradation
and when the ghost in her brain driving her insane
and use the whip of shame
she feels it over and over again

You've lost your hope for love
and for the Lord above
You've got no one to lean upon
feel his dirty hands
hear his sick demands
the nasty passion from hell
Don't feel pleasure, don't feel pain
it really doesn't matter
cause when the truth in her life shook her by surprise
she turned her head away from what's wrong or right

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