"Son," she said, "Have I got a little story for you, yeah. What you thought was your daddy was nothing but a...
While you were sitting home alone at age thirteen, yeah, your real daddy was dying.
Sorry you didn't see him but I'm glad we talked."
Oh, I... Oh, I'm still alive.
Yeah, I... Oh, I'm still alive.
Yeah, I... Oh, I'm still alive.
Yeah, ooh.
Oh, she walks slowly across a young man's room.
She said, "I'm ready for you."
Why I can't remember anything to this very day?
'Cept the look. The look.
Oh, you know where. Now I can't see I just stare.
I... I'm still alive.
Hey I... But, I'm still alive.
Hey I... But, I'm still alive.
Hey I... Oh, I'm still alive. Yeah.
Ah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. Oh. Ooh.
"Is something wrong?" She said. Of course there is.
"You're still alive." She said. Oh, and do I deserve to be?
Is that the question? Woah. And if so, if so, who answers? Who answers!
I... Oh, I'm still a...
I... Oh...
Yeah, I... But I'm still alive.
Yeah, I'm... Your still alive.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
