Precious holder of the people you're over
You don't need to cry so loud
Finger over your dead mother
What would she say now
You ain't no lover, but a hard-luck stumbler
You've lost all faith somehow
The feelings you've smothered from your hard-handed father
Are going to come back around
You don't need to cry so loud
Finger over your dead mother
What would she say now
You ain't no lover, but a hard-luck stumbler
You've lost all faith somehow
The feelings you've smothered from your hard-handed father
Are going to come back around