My Father built this house with His bare hands
a structure that was perfect in his sight
His blood sweat and tears, He put in the foundation
Pride and joy is what he named it
His pride and joy is what he named it.
My father left about this time last year
but he didn't go quietly
He said to me, "My son, i trust in you."
He said to me, "My son, take care of this house I've built."
How can he have such faith in me?
I'm but a child in the world
how can he have such faith in me?
a weight i know i cant endure
I'm a victim of my own hands
someone save me from me
I'm in over my head
drowning in my filth
Save me, i guess its true what they say
what you own, will own you.
My Father built this house with His bare hands
a structure that was perfect in his sight
His blood sweat and tears, He put in the foundation
Pride and joy is what he named it
His pride and joy is what he named it.
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