Our Father

[Verse 1]
Our Father art in Heaven
He had a belt which he knew how to use
His favourite colours were black and blue
We were always walking in to doors
Mama spent a lot of time bleeding on the floor

[Verse 2]
Our father was good with his hands
You could say he was a family man
Our sister was his favourite
Always first to his kiss
When he took her for a Sunday drive
There were tears in her and mama's eyes

[Verse 3]
Our father was good with his hands
You could say he was a family man
Our father was good with a bar
Now he sits on the metal piece in an old jar
My mother and sister were raised well
My father's gone, it's my turn

[Verse 4]
Like father I'm good with my hands
You could say I'm a family man
The apple don't fall far from the tree
Driving this Sunday one happy family
This apple don't fall far from the tree
Driving on Sunday one happy family

[Outro]
Our father's watching me well