作词 : Sly So sorry son, you're worrying your mother No explanation's gonna make it seem all right Young boy, listen to your father It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide How does it feel? When you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun Tell me how it feels Did you see your life flash right before your eyes? Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor Young boy, we're gonna send you to the lions THe men all dressed in white, when you became undone How does it feel when I might have brought you up But you are not my son So many times I tried to bring you up, you brought me down I won't consider you again, stop looking at me like you care I worked my fingers to the bone I'm not your father or a friend You might have lived here once, but this is not your home Tell me how it fees You don't mean much to me, I didn't plant the seed I'm not your father 'cause you didn't turn out right Young boy, we're gonna feed you to the fire It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? When you're looking down a barrel of a loaded gun...------------------------------------------------------------------------------
作词 : Sly So sorry son, you're worrying your mother No explanation's gonna make it seem all right Young boy, listen to your father It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide How does it feel? When you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun Tell me how it feels Did you see your life flash right before your eyes? Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor Young boy, we're gonna send you to the lions THe men all dressed in white, when you became undone How does it feel when I might have brought you up But you are not my son So many times I tried to bring you up, you brought me down I won't consider you again, stop looking at me like you care I worked my fingers to the bone I'm not your father or a friend You might have lived here once, but this is not your home Tell me how it fees You don't mean much to me, I didn't plant the seed I'm not your father 'cause you didn't turn out right Young boy, we're gonna feed you to the fire It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? When you're looking down a barrel of a loaded gun...------------------------------------------------------------------------------
