Текст песни
It's another six am,
as he stumbels in again,
And my mother cries,
dont wake the children
Through the teares I can hear him say
Didn't have much luck today,
but he really knows
He just threw it away
He finds the answers at the
bottom of a bottle
And his life is almost fully on the throttle
And he's slowly turning out just
like his father
And he knows
That he's no hero
but he's doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
He's no hero, but he made me
what i am
Ans stopped me from becoming
another you
Daddy couldn't save himself
No one ever cared to help
and he looked at me
As what he cold have been
Now I know what I've got to be
Everything to make him prous of me
With my second chance, that he never had
Because his dreams are at the bottom
of his bottle
And he's never gonna be who he oughta
And he's just a living image of his father
and he knows
That he's no hero
but he's doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
He's no hero, but he made me
what i am
Ans stopped me from becoming
another you
The dead end road on which I'm running
It's like he already knew
He'd lived the pain that would be coming
Now I'm proud to say that he is my father
And it's ok
