Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames And when the son meets the father It'll be something smarter for the pain But you will always be the same You will always be the same
Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time And when the son meets the dad It'll be pretty bad for the pain But you'll always be the same You will always be the same You will always be the same
Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made up And when the father meets the son, And the blood makes us better than the gain You will always be the same
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