From the recording dispatch from purgatory
Lyrics
Sins of the Father
Sins of the father, are they also the sons
When the old man is quiet will those sins be undone
Whatever way I was meant to be
Is it fate, is it destiny
If I could would I choose to change
Or would I remain the same
Sins of the mother, are they also the childs
Raising the roof on Fridays, absolution on Sunday
Whatever way I was meant to be
Is it fate, is it destiny
If I could would I choose to change
Or would I remain the same
A thousand generations, running through my veins
A thousand generations
Will I meet the same kind of fate
Sins of the father, are they also the childs
When the old man grows quiet will the child now grow wild
Whatever way I was meant to be
Is it fate, is it destiny
If I could would I choose to change
Or would I remain the same
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words and music JCJ