Daddy's Solution


Daddy, Daddy, stop what you're doing,
Just sit back and relax,
No need for screaming and yelling,
No need for all that.
To be quite honest we love you,
and all of your faults.
I'm not lying when I tell you,
That Mama's death is pain for us all.
Yes sir, times were hard,
Mama and you fighting every day,
But wasn't that night supposed to be the time,
When all that anger went away?
I know that, yes, you were drivin',
And she was singin' her songs,
But there was that brick wall,
It'd been there all along.
I know that stopping is hard,
With your feet off the brakes,
But Daddy, where were your feet?
When you were headin' for that wall?
Isn't that the left foot,
That steps on the pedal?
Is Mama's life gone,
Due to something so little?
Where were your feet, Daddy?
The right foot or the left,
Can you tell me Daddy?
The real reason for Mama's death?

Oooh, oooh, why?
Ooh, ooh, now I see.
Ooh, Daddy...
I guess you weren't planning on stopping.

Hi. I'm Crowe. This is my sig.

Originally Posted by Civic Depreciator And your the worst mod I've encountered on any internet forum. Your immature, result to insults, and narrow-minded. I'm not the only one. If I remember correctly, I've seen two or three threads dedicated to you being demodded. You are totally prejudiced to both me and ProggyMan.