| Because his father was a man of the cross
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| Who said his son was a slave to the flesh
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| When the spectacle ended, The charges were dropped
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| Marvin was left with a hole in his chest
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| He could’ve brought down a mountain
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| When he pounded on a table
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| Or made the world collapse
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| For a lapse in behavior
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| The pastor never spared the rod
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| But taught the wrath and fear of God
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| To stop this, godless
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| Passion from burning
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| Barking from the throne while the castle falls…
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| He had a hand to smash the balance
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| A voice like a vortex
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| A temper like a terror threat
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| A head like a hornet’s nest
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| Every day the levee breaks
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| The flood gates, the bloody face
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| The black eye, baptized in shame
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| He brought home the battlefield
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| Sealed off the exits
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| Crawling up the walls
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| Absorbing the aggression
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| The source of his depression
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| The hurricane raging
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| The awful tension sent his hands to the piano
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| Forged a heaven in his heart
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| But dragged him back to hell
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| When the arguments would start
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| Because his father was a man of the cross
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| Who said his son was a slave to the flesh
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| When the argument ended, The music would stop
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| Marvin was left with a hole in his chest
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| He mapped the length of his son’s back With a leather belt
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| Sapped his strength with tongue lashings and heavy guilt
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| Attacked his legs with such savage and deadly skill
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| The cracks left in the punched plaster were never filled
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| Patched together from fragments a sense of himself
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| Advocate for compassion and the sensual
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| As parents sent the young packing to the depths of hell
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| The tattoo of guns clapping; |
| the end of the world
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| A marriage bed unraveling & a wedding bell
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| Cracked. |
| He fell into drug habits the empty shell
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| The tragic end of love’s passion a temple that fell
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| The collapse of such a fragile and sensitive will
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| Relapsed to ugly patterns of kill or be killed
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| To combat the drunken shadow and wrestle the swell
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| Came back to the blood he battled where the devil dwelled
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| To smash the glass; |
| and shatter himself
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| After the sudden blast a heavy quiet fell
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| He asked his father «Why?»
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| The silence wouldn’t tell
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| After the gun blast a heavy quiet fell
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| He asked his father «Why?»
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| Because his father was a man of the cross
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| Who said his son was a slave to the flesh
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| When the argument ended, The music would stop
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| Marvin was left with a hole in his chest |