From the recording Santa Monica
Lyrics
We were......never gonna be like daddy,
Never gonna hurt our mommy
Never gonna be like dad
We knew......when his temper started rising....
Time t’start compromising
Time t’stay away from dad
And when the moment came the volcano blew
I would stand so close to you
We would make it through the week,
Skippin’ stones on Coffee Creek....
And when daddy died I felt relief,
I am guilty of that sin
But he was not a man for therapy, or medicine.....
Oh how I wish we would have known
That it was likely in his genes
So brother do excuse me if
I sometimes am annoyed
Cuz you don’t have to be like him
And fill the family asshole void
You were.....never gonna be a person,
To let a situation worsen
Never gonna be like Dad
We knew.....when your temper started rising,
And you began your tyrannizing,
That you were gonna be like Dad
And though we seldom see you blow your top
The way Dad used to do
I see your anger boiling deep inside,
A skill for which I am qualified
And when you leave my house I feel relief,
I am guilty of that sin
But you are not a man for therapy, or medicine
Oh how I wish that you could see
That it is likely in your genes
So brother do excuse me if
I sound bit like Freud
But you don’t have to be like Dad
And fill the family asshole void