[Verse 1]
Father had a burning soul
Drank himself into a hole
No way out
[Chorus]
He wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t a bad man
[Verse 2]
Father had a burning soul
He could’ve should’ve loved ‘em all
One by one
[Chorus]
He wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t a bad man
[Bridge]
In his defense, he never asked to be born
He seemed content to see the world with his eyes closed
[Verse 3]
Now I’ve got a burning soul
What now?
Both ends of my prayer candle
Are burned out
[Bridge 2]
In my defense, I was raised by a blind man on fire
Who was raised to lip sync in his church choir
So, I’m not a saint and I’m not a singer

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