- track name
Hell Is Fatherless
- album and band name
- lyrics
- i walk the street
i know your feet
is this an end
am i complete
the neighborhood with open arms
the ice cream truck with no remorse
an old past-time
an ancient song
a rainy day to play alone
the bell has rung the children walk
the mothers kiss the fathers hug
it's all made in the start
we're all looking for a place to hide our heads
where fire will not burn our beds
a resting place to call us home
where widows and the orphans know
there's a god
and he knows
how to be a good dad
a talking box
under a pot
a colored code to line us up
a matching wall
a two foot pole
no place to put the telephone
the upstairs sound
from all around
a broken lock to keep us out
no standard time
or window sign
designer wear to point me home
it's all made from the start
we're all looking for a place to hide our heads
where fire will not burn our beds
a resting place to call us home
where children will turn into sons
and the boy on the street
needs a basketball net
- credits
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from
Imagination/Wickedness and Tell Me Why My Heart Beats! DISC 2,
released 11 November 2008
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