Oh my heart wails for you
all that you've been through
rest child, I beg you please
these wretched shadows tease

Hold on child the darkness fades
into the light morning shades
surely your father will be back soon
oh my is it noon?

you must not cry
these men must tell lies
he couldn't! couldn't have died

oh, the world goes on
the days grow long
the bottle of whiskey you have is empty
all because he died, on friday the thirteenth

close your eyes imagine him there
do not fret, he's right there
dad could not have died
they must've lied