This is for the father, the father that plays pretend
This is for the men, the men we could have been
This is for the trouble the troubles that weve caused
This is for the pleasure of tearing it apart
This is for the cowards the cowards right at your back
This for the crowd who took you off track
This is for the father, the father that plays pretend
This is for the men, the men we could have been
This is for the killers the killers we call police
This is for the blood the blood that stains the streets
This is for the creep the creep that slipped you drugs
This is for his friend who watched and joined along
This is for the hatred the hatred inside our hearts
This is for america for making it an art
This is for the the fathers the fathers that play pretend
This is for the men the men we could have been
We're never gunna windup
Wind up
Never gunna windup
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We're never gunna windup
Wind up
Never gunna windup
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We're never gunna windup
Wind up
Never gunna windup
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We're never gunna windup
Wind up
Never gunna windup
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We're never gunna windup
Wind up
Never gunna windup
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We're never gunna windup
Wind up
Never gunna windup
Like them