Dirty Thirty - Bastian Baker

I’ve been waiting for hours when finally

You came back home and you kissed me I told you «Mother is in the room and she’s afraid».

And when you found her, I heard the screams.

But in the end I fell asleep

And from my bedroom heard the stinging verb «to cheat».

The morning after I woke in time to see

She’d been crying you were not meant to be anymore

So take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !

Get out !

Take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !

With her head in her hands she tries to hide her make-up flowing down on tears

Am I too young to understand such hate?

Daddy can you explain to my little brain, what’s wrong with you?

Feel my pain !

Oh what a shame, 'cause you said we were the best family in the world.

So take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !

Get out !

Take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !

So take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !

Get out !

Take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !

But I don’t know where you are, maybe gone.

In my head you’re nothing more than flesh and bones.

I had a father who like many say goodbye.

The age of thirty took away my lullabies.

To the time where everything seemed bright and full of fun.

Your warm embrace is what I think I miss the most.

Mother’s doing great and in her way she appreciates the work she does.

Without you it feels like we’re a bit lost.

So take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !

Get out !

Take your suitcase and get out !

Get out!

So take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !

Get out !

Take your suitcase and get out !

Get out !