Too Bad -- Nickelback

Father's hands are lined with dirt  From long days in the field
Mother's hands are serving meals In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed  Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about  Is how it's so bad, it's so bad


(**)  It's too bad it's too bad   Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk

You left without saying goodbye  Although I'm sure you tried
You'd call the house from time to time  To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there  Right when I needed you the most
And now I dream about it  And how it's so bad, it's so bad


(**)  

Father's hands are lined with guilt  For tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end  Just look at where we are
We made it out We still got clothing on our backs
And now I scream about it  And how it's so bad, it's so bad, 

(**)  


The lyrics were written by the band's singer  and deals with the issues he felt growing up without his father, who abandoned him at age two.                          (wikipedia)  


           


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