Father, I know now your life's been stretched too long Across paper torn and crumpled Was drawn the garden that we've sown You made So damn happy Wanting to fallow you around But leading a cast of clowns How could you expect me To worship your name Father, I know now It's etched too deep in sand I'm sorry... so so sorry I couldn't wipe it with my hands You made me, you made me You made me so Unhappy and You made the sky come down Leading a cast of clowns How could you expect me To worship your name. (Guitar solo) Father, I smile Wings have stretched to the sky When i look up at the heavens I'll see your face in the stars at night You made me, you made me How can you made happy! The stage has been turned down The clowns have lost their crowd Now just sleep well and sound Quietly rest...