Strain - McCafferty

Fickle father, foolish son

We pray for pain, we pray for blood

I hope I die, I hope I’m high

I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

I hope your body heals itself

I hope that God forgives himself

I hope I die, I hope I’m high

I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

They say that I will live, will die

They say as well, I’ll burn in hell

So get your jacket exactly where you left it dear

I know you think it’s clear

I am the problem everybody saw him there

Alone eating alone

Fickle father, foolish son

We pray for pain, we pray for blood

I hope I die, I hope I’m high

I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

I hope your body heals itself

I hope that God forgives himself

I hope I die, I hope I’m high

I hope that flowers rain down from the fucking sky

They say that I will live, will die

They say as well, I’ll burn in hell

So get your jacket exactly where you left it dear

I know you think it’s clear

I am the problem everybody saw him there

Alone eating alone

«I hear you’re seeking an attorney, go through the legal system to do what you

need to do and get out of here forever»