16) Relient K (Ft. Jon Foreman)

[Intro]
Um, do you guys care if we play one more song?
Good
'Cause I, I tend to ask that question
What's it called, rhetorically?
Yeah, but you never know
What if, what if everybody at once was just like
"Don't play a last song"?
Like, yeah, I mean how would you guys even say that all at once
I don't know how to
It's a good thing, yeah
Alright
Luckily, luckily they're not that organized, yeah
I don't know, they're pretty organized, they're singing
Now you get it
Alright this is it, guys
We love you very much, thank you

[Verse 1]
The year was 1941
I was eight years old and far, far too young
To know that the stories of battles and glory
Was a tale a kind mother made up for her son
You see, dad was a traveling preacher
Teachin' the words of the Teacher
But mother had sworn he went off to the war
And died there with honor
Somewhere on a beach there
But he left once to never return
And that taught me that I should unlearn
Whatever I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought like he abandoned me
By '47, I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine
Yeah, I smoked until I threw up
Yet I still lit 'em up for thirty more years
Like a machine

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