My Daddy and my brother Sam were factory hard-workers They could break any cobble at one blow. They never had a clue about the world of Modz and Rockerz And so I never needed them to know.
My Daddy and my brother Sam were secretly moonshiners, They always had respect in a workin' group. I tried to tell them my opinion, tried to be headliner, But usually was down with knife and rope.
My Daddy and my brother Sam were Seekers of the Target, They always had playn' hunting with their gun. And all I had to see is bloody stomps on our parket I'd never wish this life to anyone.
My Daddy and my brother Sam are lyin' in the gutter, The Doctor tried to help - it was too late. I took them to the cementery, someone pushed the button And soon the Forty Days I'll celebrate.
Neibours always tell me that I was so hard and careless With my Daddy and my brother Sam. I don't know how to tell them that I was behind the madness And that I have no memorial of them. I'll never have memorial of them.