From the recording Santa Monica
Lyrics
We were......never gonna be like daddy, never gonna hurt our mommyNever gonna be like dadWe knew......when his temper started rising....time t?start compromisingTime t?stay away from dadAnd when the moment came the volcano blewI would stand so close to youWe would make it through the week, skipping stones on Coffee Creek....And when daddy died I felt relief, I am guilty of that sinBut he was not a man for therapy, or medicine.....ChorusOh how I wish we would have known that it was likely in his genesSo brother do excuse me if I sometimes am annoyedCuz you don?t have to be like him And fill the family asshole voidYou were.....never gonna be a person, to let a situation worsenNever gonna be like DadWe knew.....when your temper started rising, And you began your tyrannizing, That you were gonna be like DadAnd though we seldom see you blow your topThe way Dad used to doI see your anger boiling deep inside, a skill for which I am qualifiedAnd when you leave my house I feel relief, I am guilty of that sinBut you are not a man for therapy, or medicineChorusOh how I wish that you could see that it is likely in your genesSo brother do excuse me if I sound bit like FreudBut you don?t have to be like DadAnd fill the family asshole void