Father.
Yeah, thank you.
Well, Sir Vincent de Paul
Well, it looks like it's a maw
When you've got nowhere to go
Just like being caught out in the snow
Well,
a mother of three Well,
she falls to her knees,
yeah
And she finds out what she wants to know
In a language that she's never known
So how can you say it's normal?
How can you say it's right?
Well,
if you'd murder lots of people And
they'd never knew that you could create
The word L-O-V-E
Has been stripped to its knees, yeah
To our business that exploits the young and old
We'll put a last will and leave you all cold
Well,
the adverts and shows Like to persist and to grow
And they say, hey, well, it's just rather little
Well, a system that rust will erode
So how can you say it's normal?
How can you say it's right?
Well,
if you'd murder lots of people And
they'd never knew that you could create
Well,
if you'd murder lots of people And
they'd never knew that you could create
2, 3,
TREE EYES!
YOU!
MAY!