Our Father - Sol Invictus

Our Father art in Heaven

He had a belt which he knew how to use

His favourite colours were black and blue

We were always walking in to doors

Mama spent a lot of time bleeding on the floor

Our father was good with his hands

You could say he was a family man

Our sister was his favourite

Always first to his kiss

When he took her for a Sunday drive

There were tears in her and mama’s eyes

Our father was good with his hands

You could say he was a family man

Our father was good with a bar

Now he sits on the metal piece in an old jar

My mother and sister were raised well

My father’s gone, it’s my turn

Like father I’m good with my hands

You could say I’m a family man

The apple don’t fall far from the tree

Driving this Sunday one happy family

This apple don’t fall far from the tree

Driving on Sunday one happy family