Woorden: Ten Foot Pole. Rev. World's Best Dad.

They tell you there were better days
You can't remember through the haze
This is the only life you've ever known

They sigh and talk about fist fights
When you could go to sleep at night
Without avengers tearing out your wishbone

You pray to God and wonder just who's up there
What kind of father would leave his kids alone in a world
Where you're lucky if your mom cares

Hordes of people call the streets their home
They want to take away the guns
You want to get some bigger ones

Your defense is up to you and you alone
They think that they can stop the heat
But they don't understand the street

You don't want your girl crying on your tombstone
Living in that memory, don't understand what they see
So they pay cops to make it yesterday

You can't push back the hands of time
You want to know and keep on trying
Do your best to stay out of their way