Fathers hands were lined with dirt 
From long days in the field 
And 
mothers hands are serving meals 
In a cafe on Main Street 
With mouths to 
feed 
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs 
And all I hear about is 

How it's so bad, it's so bad 

* It's too bad, it's too bad 
Too 
late, so wrong, so long 
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind 
Let's 
walk, let's talk 
Let's talk 

You left without saying goodbye 

Although I'm sure you tried 
You call and ask from time to time 
To 
make sure we're alive 
But you weren't there 
Right when I'm needing you 
the most 
And now I dream about it 
How it's so bad, it's so bad 


[Repeat *]

Father's hands are lined with guilt 
For tearing us 
apart 
Guess it turned out in the end 
Just look at where we are 
Made 
it out, still got clothing on our backs 
And now I scream about it 
How 
it's so bad, it's so bad 

[Repeat *]

No time, last one, let's 
go