Dear son, Daddy's never comin back home He pa**ed on, claim him as one of your own My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn And I know, Poppa never intended for this To drag me, down into this bottomless pit I've been given just about, all I can chew I think back on love's empty truth And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died I walked in, Cops talkin' standing around I kneeled down, his body lying there on the ground I begged please, please, let me get a minute with him And they said, don't touch anything kid It smelt like life, just exit the room I cried to, a shell of a man I once knew My mind's been spinning way out of control
I can't believe that it's been three long years ago And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day Dear son, Daddy's never comin' back home I've gone numb, wish I had the strength to live on I can't breathe, is there any air left in here? I can't believe, everything I hold disappears Has gone on, time and time again all alone And dear Son, Daddy's never comin' back home And I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died