Father my father, what have you left for me?
What am I to make of this convoluted legacy?
You raised me, ingrained me, led me to believe
That the world had some structure, a bedrock of honesty.
With this naïve outlook in mind,
Imagine then my [A]profound surprise when my [A]eyes were opened to [C7]the ɾeality
A world built on [C7]half-tɾuths and [Bm]Christian hypocrisy,
Where left hands are wrung to [C7]deplore all [Em]our poverties,
While ɾight hands dig shallow graves to [C7]bury the meek.
What have we learned?
“Do as we say, not as we do, and [Bm]don’t ask.”
“Do as we say, not as we do, and [Bm]don’t ask.”
“Do as we say, not as we do, and [Bm]don’t ask.”
“Do as we say, not as we do, and [Bm]don’t ask.”
“Do as we say, not as we do, and [Bm]don’t ask.”
“Do as we say, not as we do, and [Bm]don’t ask.”
“Do as we say, not as we do, and [Bm]don’t ask.”
“Do as we say, not as we do, and [Bm]don’t ask.”
Like the students at the Sorbonne in ’68,
I’ve got [Fm7]a conundrum.
I and [Bm]the letter of the law are agreed,
But the spirit’s not with us in working
Until “Everyone has everything they need”.
I know what I must look like [F]
Some kind of ɾevolutionary
But I’m just tɾying to [C7]set some things stɾaight,
To salvage that honesty.
Father, I’ve tɾied to [C7]follow you [A7in what you [A7say and [Bm]what you [A7do.
Father I’ve always followed you, I’m everything you [A7wanted me to [C7]be.
