No-one really knows ya
How far is too far?
I couldn't tell you
Why isn't mama dressed up and in high heels when daddy's been away?
He drove through the night with one thing on his mind
To make good time
No
No grace
No
This is not a good place
No
I see movement at the gate
No
On a damn fine Good Friday the hawks and doves came out to play
There was a child's first grave to be dug and this was the day
We're all friends here now lets get on our way
There where shovels I was wearing undertaker blue
And the crisp April sun kept the handles warm
I thought back to that time I was spit in the face by my own mom
Or when my father broke my nose and the whole family had to wait
Until he was in good enough shape
Your mama was a shaker and a screamer and papa a quiescent man
Here you are somewhere in-between
In a bad bad dream
No
No grace
No
This is not a good place
No
I see movement at the gate
No
Oh don't let the children touch the grave she said
They're not interested in what you feel only in how and what you say
I'm happy and there's popcorn on the way
Perhaps we'll tend to this one day
Christian Kjellvander - No Grace Lyrics
Christian Kjellvander - No Grace Lyrics
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No-one really knows ya
How far is too far?
I couldn't tell you
Why isn't mama dressed up and in high heels when daddy's been away?
He drove through the night with one thing on his mind
To make good time
No
No grace
No
This is not a good place
No
I see movement at the gate
No
On a damn fine Good Friday the hawks and doves came out to play
There was a child's first grave to be dug and this was the day
We're all friends here now lets get on our way
There where shovels I was wearing undertaker blue
And the crisp April sun kept the handles warm
I thought back to that time I was spit in the face by my own mom
Or when my father broke my nose and the whole family had to wait
Until he was in good enough shape
Your mama was a shaker and a screamer and papa a quiescent man
Here you are somewhere in-between
In a bad bad dream
No
No grace
No
This is not a good place
No
I see movement at the gate
No
Oh don't let the children touch the grave she said
They're not interested in what you feel only in how and what you say
I'm happy and there's popcorn on the way
Perhaps we'll tend to this one day
How far is too far?
I couldn't tell you
Why isn't mama dressed up and in high heels when daddy's been away?
He drove through the night with one thing on his mind
To make good time
No
No grace
No
This is not a good place
No
I see movement at the gate
No
On a damn fine Good Friday the hawks and doves came out to play
There was a child's first grave to be dug and this was the day
We're all friends here now lets get on our way
There where shovels I was wearing undertaker blue
And the crisp April sun kept the handles warm
I thought back to that time I was spit in the face by my own mom
Or when my father broke my nose and the whole family had to wait
Until he was in good enough shape
Your mama was a shaker and a screamer and papa a quiescent man
Here you are somewhere in-between
In a bad bad dream
No
No grace
No
This is not a good place
No
I see movement at the gate
No
Oh don't let the children touch the grave she said
They're not interested in what you feel only in how and what you say
I'm happy and there's popcorn on the way
Perhaps we'll tend to this one day
Writer: Christian Kjellvander
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing