[Chorus]

Oh Father, I don't mean to bother

If you do it, make it proper and fill me with honor

Give my blessings to your daughter, a burden to slaughter

Rain down on me, no, not her

The script that I authored, offered

[Verse 1]

Hands go numb, I spot his gun

Now what's done is done, what's numb is numb

And as he beats his drum and picks and flicks strum

The closer I come to find where I'm from

You want the roads made of gold? Or the fire?

Now u tell me you like truth to be told? Or a liar?

I can hear them screaming from Hell like a choir

No mercy for the dream demons and a crier, crier

[Chorus]

Oh Father, I don't mean to bother

If you do it, make it proper and fill me with honor

Give my blessings to your daughter, a burden to slaughter

Rain down on me, no, not her

The script that I authored, offered

[Outro]

Oh Father, I don't mean to bother

If you do it, make it proper and fill me with honor

Give my blessings to your daughter a burden to slaughter

Rain down on me, no, not her

The script that I authored, offered