New Model Army

Inheritance

New Model Army


Mother, Father, I'm doing OK 
On the other side of the country 
Far away 
And though I know the things 
That you want to hear me say 
Sometimes these things are hard 

Mother, Father, I am your son 
Right down to the long thin pointed face 
And this muddled up and twisted tongue 
And now I find that I'm doing all those 
Things you would have done 
Sometimes these things are hard 

CHORUS: 
So do I thank you ? 
Do I curse you ? 
These tracks stretch out before me 
The ones you left behind 
What I want and what I feel 
It's yours, yours, not mine 

Mother, Father, all those battles that have been 
And the long long silences that lay in between 
Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain 
Sometimes these things are hard 
We live up at the wedding 
In rows of deep set eyes 
In our finest formal dresses 
Yes, and proper suits and ties 
Like a family of Munsters 
In a really bad disguise ... 

CHORUS: 
So do I thank you ? ... 
Do I curse you ?