[ Предположительная тональность: C# ] Fm G# D# D# Father's sick and father's dying. Fm G# D# A# Every breath he takes sounds like the grinding of the mill. Fm G# D# D# The bugs are quick but none are flying. Fm G# D# A# They dart across his face and stop in pores to drink their fill. Fm G# D# A# He smiles through it all, and a faintly crimson foam Fm G# D# A# forms at the corners of his mouth as he screams: "Well, welcome home." Fm G# D# A# You are one of us. Oh, you thought that you could run. Fm G# D# A# Oh, young Icarus, you were not made for the sun. Fm G# D# D# You will do the work, just like your daddy done. Fm G# D# A# You are nothing but the yarn your grandma spun. Fm G# D# A# Mother's glad that he is dying. Fm G# D# A# And she beats him with a broomstick if he ever tries to speak. Fm G# D# A# And they both laugh because he's crying. Fm G# D# A# Their cackles echo through the house and wake you from your sleep. Fm G# D# A# You smile through it all, and a faintly evil poem Fm G# D# A# begins to form upon your lips. And you mumble: "Welcome home." Fm G# D# A# I have returned to you. Oh, I know not what is Good. ] Fm G# D# A# x3 But I will bury you. Two fathers slumbering in wood. ] Fm G# D# D# I will do the work, just like my daddy done. Fm G# D# I am your murderer, I am your prodigal son.