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Nickelback Silver Side Up

Fathers hands were lined with dirt From long days in the field And mothers hands are serving meals In a cafe on Main Street With mouths to feed, just

gone? Where the good times gone? All that stupid fun And all that shit we've done Where the good times gone? And you still don't know, oh Saw it on the silver

Got criminal record, I can't cross state lines First on the bad list and you're last on mine Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due Walking down the aisle

And I want to take his eyes out Just for looking at you Yes, I do And I want to take his hands off Just for touching you Yes, I do And I want to rip

My hopes just fell and I can't see The reason why, why there is blood on my sleeve And all this time, I thought it mine But it's not, it's yours And

: Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing Tired of living like a blind man I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling

talk Father's hands are lined with guilt For tearing us apart Guess it turned out in the end Just look at where we are Made it up, still got clothing

: Ever statement with her mouth she could tie in a knot Favourite trick she does, One in ten that she's got Making friends, setting trends, hardly

: My hopes just fell, and I can't see The reason why, why there is blood on my sleeve And all this time, I thought it mine But it's not, it's yours