Sins Of Your Father
(Adrian Smith)
Electric tears are falling, fall like rain
Ride on your misfortune like a train
Feed that burning anger into that child
Wind him up with hatred running wild
Take a listen to the howling wind
Take you with it, never seen again
Take a listen to the howling wind
And when the morning breaks
I know, I know, I know
Nobody foolin’
Living on past mistakes
You try, you try, you try
You’ll never change it
Sins of your father
I heard that child was calling out my name
I turned a deaf ear to him just the same
Now you’ve grown
So twisted and your pain
Has turned into a dagger used for gain
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