Your father is comming home
He’s got a bottle in one hand
He’ll do things to you that you’ll never understand
Your mother is at the kitchen
Making dinner for 3
Soon he will die, it would be dinner for 2!

The Bootle is now empty
the blood is full of hate
No matter what you’ll do to him but he’ll never apreciate
Seems that you don’t know
What’s really expecting you
Then you’ll grow, and you’ll do to your son too!

Why can’t you see
Why you’re doing this to me
Why can’t you see
You’re not part of the familly tree

You’re old and you’re comming home
You got a botle in your hand
You’ll do things to your son, he’ll never understand
Your wife is at the kitchen
Making dinner for 3
Soon you’ll die it will be dinner for 2!

Why can’t you see
Why you’re doing this to me
Why can’t you see
You’re not part of the familly tree

Why can’t you see
Why you’re doing this to me
Why can’t you see
What you’re doing to your family
Why can’t you see
Why you’re doing this to me
Why can’t you see
You’re destroying the family tree