Father had a burning soul
Go on
Drank himself into a hole
No way out
He wasn't a saint, but he wasn't a bad man
(Verse 2)
Father had a burning soul
Go on
He could've should've loved 'em all
One by one
He wasn't a saint, but he wasn't a bad man
In his defense, he never asked to be born
He seemed content to see the world with his eyes closed
Now I've got a burning soul
What now?
Both ends of my prayer candle
Are burned out
In my defense, I was raised by a blind man on fire
Who was raised to lip sync in his church choir
So, I'm not a saint and I'm not a singer
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