How're you doing sir? Oh, that chilly night!
The bench reminds you how your lover's died.
Is that a new excuse for how you live your life?
I only have one question, if you don't mind

Can you tell me how these kids alright?

There is no hurry, I bet your schedule's light
I am the only guest, there is nothing inside.
I've been told that you're gray, but I'm colorblind
The life's so hard, I see these tears in your eyes.
It's not a misery, a lack of cigarettes.
Cigarette burns on your hands, they make no difference 
Oh, such a poor boy, you're always treated bad.
Is that a child who is so lucky to have you as a dad?
Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, gotcha, it's not your fault 
You didn't even want him, but an abortion you couldn't afford
Or maybe it's too cruel to take someone's life?
Of course, it's better to see how on the street he dies

You're not a broken heart, you're a broken soul
Even not a human being, just a fucking soak
Trying to blame everybody for your suffering
But the only one to listen yto you, is you son 
I mean, not because he understands, no way
He's just to fucking young to have something else to say
Brutal nature, nothing more, the food chain
You're telling that you love him, but you're a fucking crook, lame.
Nobody, not even the rain 
Is shedding tears over you, ain't it insane?
It won't take any longer, don't bother bout your time 
I only have one question, if you don't mind