It's another 6 am As he stumbles in again And my mother cries: Don't wake the children!
Through the tears I can hear him say: Didn't have much luck today But he really knows He just threw it away
He find his answers at the bottom at a bottle And his life is always fully on the throttle And he slowly turning out just like his father And he knows
That he's no hero But he's doing what he can Trying to make me a better man And he's no hero But he made me what I am Stop me from becoming another you
Daddy couldn't save himself No-one ever care to help And he looked at me As what he could have been
Now I know what I've got to be Everything that make him proud of me With my second chance That he never had
Cause his dreams are at the bottom of his bottle And he's never gonna be who he oughtta And he's just a little image of his father And he knows
That he's no hero But he's doing what he can Trying to make me a better man And he's no hero But he made me what I am Stop me from becoming another you
The dead end road on which I'm running It's like he already knows He lives the pain that would be coming And I'm proud to say that he is my father And it's okay
That he's no hero But he's doing what he can Trying to make me a better man And he's no hero But he made me what I am Stop me from becoming Stop me from becoming Stop me from becoming another you (Another you to end)