Blood Shot Blue Eyes

Hey Dad, you shouldn't drink another beer. You don't know when your time will be and you'll no longer be here. Hey Dad, you're talking to yourself again and we can all hear. I don't understand how you get so drunk that nothing seems clear. I've got daughters now and when you're drunk, I don't want them near. How tragic it is, I still live in total fear. Do you even regret? I've never seen you shed one tear. Why can't you just be normal? Instead of being so damn weird? My heart is scarred with the wounds you left behind, yet on your face is a look of cheer. Staring me up and down with your light blue, blood shot eyes; why couldn't you had been born a queer? Why can't you just run the car off the road for him, I'll just say that you swerved to miss a deer. Hey Dad, you're a sick, sick man and you took something from me, so now you should steer. Drive this mother fucker right off the pier. Never saw it coming finally, he can't drink anymore beer.