All of our Fathers are dead

 

 

You've drunk too much,

don't have another.

You smoke too much,

don't swear at your Mother.

For a hand he raised a glass instead,

now all of our Fathers are dead.

 

Shave with the grain,

puff your cheeks out like this.

Don't ask what that machine is 

When we go for a piss

For a hand he raised his voice instead

Now all of our Fathers are dead

 

Best ask your Mother

Time for another

Put Sinatra on the gramophone

Stop hitting your Brother

Take me to the care home, place a kiss on my head

Now all of our Fathers are dead 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Mat Woolfenden

Sat 31st Oct 2015 20:40

Liked this

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Eric Berard

Fri 30th Oct 2015 07:56

This one speaks to me a bit, I really enjoyed this piece

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Patricio LG

Thu 29th Oct 2015 21:29

I want more of this, it's not finished surely.? Very good

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