A thousand dollar to blue collar
Is a fortune in a squalor
Maybe he needed the money
Debt collector, like death knew better
And with the water, I've a vendetta
Maybe he let the waves take him to sea
And I don't mourn the obvious
But rather all the sin
The greed, I'm envying all of his tasteless phases
I don't think it's common sense
But all that I would miss
Is the money and the gifts
Enough of the waiting, waiting
Wish a little for his initials
I never had the bells and whistles
Maybe he needed my company
To call him father would be senseless
He would always leave me defenseless
I see he had a life preceding me
And I don't mourn the obvious
But rather all the sin
The greed, I'm envying all of his tasteless phases
I don't think it's common sense
But all that I would miss
Is the money and the gifts
Enough of the waiting, waiting