Gord

2026-02-20 02:14 pm

Belly distend, body groan,
Inside you hope for inner growth,
Instead, you'll fight in civil court.

Doesn't it get a little old?
Every night you lock the door,
Enter your room, turn the radio on...
It's what you know, and fear.

Doesn't it seem a little odd?
Where was he when you need him?
Doesn't it get a little old?
Every night, a knock at the door,
Enter your room, turn the radio on....

So where was he by morning? Gone?
You lock the door, a window breaks,
Your father comes, fixes everything,
Doesn't it get a little old?
Doesn't it seem a little odd?
Inside, you hope for inner growth,
Instead, you'll fight in civil court.