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Family Man Video (MV)




Performed By: Holy Sons
Written by: Emil Amos Snizek




Holy Sons - Family Man Lyrics




I'm not much of a family man
I turn a corner wherever I can
If I make it through my working week
...don't like the ceilings so low
On my every night, on my every night

Anxious vs. paranoid on my hit of grass (on my hit of grass)
Seen that face so much with a bad taste built to last
I saw my passions sink as my disappointment grows
No one said, no, no one taught about the other side
Of my youth's rainbow...

The fire might be out but I don't know
Can someone come and show me who I am?
I'll never fall in love again, or maybe so...
The fire might be out, but I don't know

I walk along an empty street,, same thing as the crowd
Unanswered questions deep in mind,, same silence when out loud
...wondering if I am a man with a caring soul
Or if I'm only just two eyes that stared too deep one too many nights
Into the empty, nothing left... Just some dust and some coal...

The fire might be out...
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I'm not much of a family man
I turn a corner wherever I can
If I make it through my working week
...don't like the ceilings so low
On my every night, on my every night

Anxious vs. paranoid on my hit of grass (on my hit of grass)
Seen that face so much with a bad taste built to last
I saw my passions sink as my disappointment grows
No one said, no, no one taught about the other side
Of my youth's rainbow...

The fire might be out but I don't know
Can someone come and show me who I am?
I'll never fall in love again, or maybe so...
The fire might be out, but I don't know

I walk along an empty street,, same thing as the crowd
Unanswered questions deep in mind,, same silence when out loud
...wondering if I am a man with a caring soul
Or if I'm only just two eyes that stared too deep one too many nights
Into the empty, nothing left... Just some dust and some coal...

The fire might be out...
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Writer: Emil Amos Snizek
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