Inheritance کے بول

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 ?