Don't criticize, don't criticize that man
For enjoying something you deem a waste of time
Let him have something for himself
In our petty little lives
There is nothing keeping us going
Taking care of a wife and children
That is the only duty he is obliged to
Mother and wife must give up her life
Once that child is born
There is no greater purpose than for her to see that child through
The only thing giving them hope
Is the love hanging by a thread
And when there is no faith hope tends to snap
Don't criticize, don't criticize them
For seeming different than you
Let them have something for themselves
If it means keeping them alive
Working double shifts,
Overworked and underpaid
Her hands are always in pain
And you dare snare at her
Because she doesn't dress as well as you
Never home and undernourished
He is only trying to provide for his home
By being at work day and night
Feeding himself is only secondary to the hunger of his child
Don't criticize, don't criticize me
For being wrong, I will fall down to my knees
Let me have something for myself
If it means keeping me alive
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 6:58 AM UTC
Don't criticize, don't criticize that man
For enjoying something you deem a waste of time
Let him have something for himself
In our petty little lives
There is nothing keeping us going
Taking care of a wife and children
That is the only duty he is obliged to
Mother and wife must give up her life
Once that child is born
There is no greater purpose than for her to see that child through
The only thing giving them hope
Is the love hanging by a thread
And when there is no faith hope tends to snap
Don't criticize, don't criticize them
For seeming different than you
Let them have something for themselves
If it means keeping them alive
Working double shifts,
Overworked and underpaid
Her hands are always in pain
And you dare snare at her
Because she doesn't dress as well as you
Never home and undernourished
He is only trying to provide for his home
By being at work day and night
Feeding himself is only secondary to the hunger of his child
Don't criticize, don't criticize me
For being wrong, I will fall down to my knees
Let me have something for myself
If it means keeping me alive
January 2011