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My mom raised me She fed me She cared for me My mom is a saint Raising five boys… How can you say she ain’t? My wife is nuts! She is worried she may get laid off, Yet she is hoping she will :\ She worries too much But takes it all in stride She is so strong and so weak at the same time Dealing with all the stress Yet the dog farting is too much! My daughter is mine She is too much like me, Only more so She doesn’t worry enough Life brings what comes along Her heart is full of song But it’s mostly metal and punk and rap And I just don’t get that crap My daughter is also an addict you see… Which is hard for us to understand, you see. Addicts can’t “just stop”. They let the drug-of-choice rule their life They don’t care about the strife There are triggers you know That make the addict so Stress, anxiety, depression, loneliness and boredom They all push the addict towards the ledge And their low self-esteem is the finale step Over The Edge. She is in recovery now… She is doing well She will always be An addict you see We love her the best we can We will stick to the plan And take each day As it comes in to play. My granddaughter is great! She’s not yet two She is nuts too. She knows nothing of how She came to my house. (refer to the stanza on “My Daughter”) She loves unconditionally She loves Grandpa you see. She doesn’t yet speak So she cries her fears And I dry her tears And just like with her grandma and her mother I try to read her mind To see if I can tell What it is that makes her yell But she is sweet and kind and beautiful And grandpa spoils her so… Bet he can’t help it, you know. It may be politically incorrect But I don’t care; Sometimes there is too much estrogen in the air So grandpa gets out of the house And meets his buds And drinks some suds And tells dirty jokes About the kind of women My mother and wife never were, and I hope my daughter and granddaughter never will be. So point your finger at me And yell Hypocrisy! I don’t care Because you wouldn’t dare Live my life for me. But I would not trade all of this To be rid of the drama (and the bliss) It’s four against one the ladies and me Walk a mile in my shoes And you will see It takes great strength to do what I do Four-to-One, and two dogs too.

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My mom raised me She fed me She cared for me My mom is a saint Raising five boys… How can you say she ain’t? My wife is nuts! She is worried she may get laid off, Yet she is hoping she will :\ She worries too much But takes it all in stride She is so strong and so weak at the same time Dealing with all the stress Yet the dog farting is too much! My daughter is mine She is too much like me, Only more so She doesn’t worry enough Life brings what comes along Her heart is full of song But it’s mostly metal and punk and rap And I just don’t get that crap My daughter is also an addict you see… Which is hard for us to understand, you see. Addicts can’t “just stop”. They let the drug-of-choice rule their life They don’t care about the strife There are triggers you know That make the addict so Stress, anxiety, depression, loneliness and boredom They all push the addict towards the ledge And their low self-esteem is the finale step Over The Edge. She is in recovery now… She is doing well She will always be An addict you see We love her the best we can We will stick to the plan And take each day As it comes in to play. My granddaughter is great! She’s not yet two She is nuts too. She knows nothing of how She came to my house. (refer to the stanza on “My Daughter”) She loves unconditionally She loves Grandpa you see. She doesn’t yet speak So she cries her fears And I dry her tears And just like with her grandma and her mother I try to read her mind To see if I can tell What it is that makes her yell But she is sweet and kind and beautiful And grandpa spoils her so… Bet he can’t help it, you know. It may be politically incorrect But I don’t care; Sometimes there is too much estrogen in the air So grandpa gets out of the house And meets his buds And drinks some suds And tells dirty jokes About the kind of women My mother and wife never were, and I hope my daughter and granddaughter never will be. So point your finger at me And yell Hypocrisy! I don’t care Because you wouldn’t dare Live my life for me. But I would not trade all of this To be rid of the drama (and the bliss) It’s four against one the ladies and me Walk a mile in my shoes And you will see It takes great strength to do what I do Four-to-One, and two dogs too.