Mothers Men

First there was one Then there was another I still remember watching One fighting with my brother First this one Then that one One with a beard And then a fat one Always wondering If my daddy's Ever gonna be the next one None of mothers men liked me I'd have to run outside They never could find me Way up in my tree, where i'd hide None taught me more than to hate Not to fight Not to fish Not even to skate Mothers men all hated me won't complain about beatings After all it was Gods will to be