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Gyrru’r Ychen

de Rare Americans

Time flew by so quickly
Life was tickety-boo, didn't bat an eye
The bucks, the change
The weeks, the daily grind

Seventeen years young I lost my son
I lost my son
I fake being positive

Everything they tell you makes no difference to me
Best medicine, best doctors
Best efforts round the clock

God, why did you do this to me?
God, why did you do this to me?
A feat you can't conceive
A loss you can't believe
A pain you can't relieve

Insanely unfair
Beyond compare
Family's not the same
Holes and gaps and pain
Irreversible stains

Thirty years of hard work down the drain
A head full of gray
Pounding rain
It just keeps coming in waves
It just keeps coming in waves

God, why did you do this to me?
God, why did you do this to me?
I lived by the good book
My word meant something when I shook

I feel like they're all crooks
Cancer devils, filthy hooks
My son, he gave me one last look

You aren't supposed to bury your kid
The burden I carry I barely keep hid

Where do I go from here?
I'm overwrought with fears
I just want to drink twenty fucking beers!

But that won't help and that won't mend ya
Have some hope that you can lend

I'm barely coping, tiring to pretend
I'm fucking mad at the universe!
I'm beyond bewildered

I have a gaping fucking wound!

I'm immeasurably confused!

If there was one thing in this cold world
I could have chosen not to lose
It was you, you, you
It was you, you, you

If there's one thing in this cold world
I could have chosen not to lose
It was you, you, you
It was you

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