It’s another 6 am as he stubbles 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 finds the answers at the bottom of a bottle And his life is always fully on the throttle And he’s 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 Stopped me from becoming another you
Daddy couldn’t save yourself No one ever cared to help And he looked at me as what he could have been Now I know what I’ve got to be Everything to 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 gunna be who he oughta And he’s just a living 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 But he’s no hero But he made me what I am Stopped me from becoming another you
The dead-end road on which I’m runnin’ It’s like he already knew He lived the pain that would be comin’ And I’m proud to say that he is my father And it’s ok
That he’s no hero But he’s doing what he can Trying to make me a better man But he’s no hero But he made me what I am Stopped me from becoming Stopped me from becoming Stopped me from becoming
Another you Another you Another you |
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