Father My Father - Million Dead

Father my father, well, what have you left for me?

What am I to make of this convoluted legacy?

You raised me, ingrained me, led me to believe

That the world had some order, a bedrock of honesty

With this naive outlook in my mind

Imagine then my profound surprise

When my eyes were opened to the reality

A world built on half truths and Christian hypocrisy

Where left hands are wrung to deplore all our poverties

While right hands dig shallow graves to bury the meek

What have we learned?

«Do as we say, not as we do and don’t ask»

Like the students at the Sorbonne in sixty eight

I’ve got a conundrum, I and the letter of the law are agreed

But the spirit’s not with us in working until

«Everyone has everything they need»

I know what I must look like, some kind of revolutionary

But I’m just trying to set some things straight

To salvage that honesty

Father, I’ve tried to follow you

In what you say and what you do

Father, I’ve always followed you

I’m everything you wanted me to be