You pray up from the day

when you were born

I should guide your way

when your heart is torn apart



you ask for my advice

when your heart is torm apart

you feel like little gray mice

in front of me



Ref.:

Every fucking sunday

you knee in front of me

I wait till you go away

so that Im again on my own

I wonder if someday

you finally leave me

cos I cant get out of here



Its not the same as it was 50 years ago

you dont pay tribute to me - youre convinced I dont exist

Im still sometimes the one to blame - for your own faults

so I cant see why I should not harm you