^FmFather's s^G#ick and father's dy^D#ing. ^D# ^FmEvery breath he ta^G#kes sounds like the gri^D#nding of the mi^A#ll. ^Fm The bugs are q^G#uick but none are fl^D#ying. ^D# They d^Fmart across his fa^G#ce and stop in po^D#res to drink their fi^A#ll.

He s^Fmmiles through it al^G#l, and a fain^D#tly crimson fo^A#am forms at the co^Fmrners of his m^G#outh as he scr^D#eams: “Well, welcome^A# home.”

You are ^Fmone of us.^G# Oh, you tho^D#ught that you could r^A#un. Oh, young ^FmIcarus,^G# you were not^D# made for the s^A#un. You will ^Fmdo the work, just l^G#ike your daddy do^D#ne. ^D# You are no^Fmthing but the ^G#yarn your gran^D#dma spun. ^A#

^Fm Mother's gl^G#ad that he is dy^D#ing. ^A# And she be^Fmats him with a bro^G#omstick if he ev^D#er tries to sp^A#eak. ^Fm And they both la^G#ugh because he's cry^D#ing. ^A# Their cac^Fmkles echo th^G#rough the house and wa^D#ke you from your slee^A#p.

You sm^Fmile through it a^G#ll, and a fai^D#ntly evil poe^A#m begins to f^Fmorm upon your l^G#ips. And you mum^D#ble: “Welcome ^A#home.”

I have re^Fmturned to you.^G# Oh, I k^D#now not what is Go^A#od. ] Fm G# D# A# x3 But I will bury you. Two fathers slumbering in wood. ]

I will d^Fmo the work, just lik^G#e my daddy do^D#ne. ^D# I am your ^Fmmurderer, I am^G# your prodi^D#gal son.

Misc Unsigned Bands - Big swamp gospel - i have returned to you oh i know not what is good tommy sage