Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He was a very solemn boy, two years old,
Warm persona even though his heart was so cold,
He grew up amongst hicks, taught the ropes and other tricks,
Lives not with liberty, aggression he is covered with,
Once those people moved in next picket fence,
His pops made his plot that earned him a prison sentence,
Got his rifle, hopped over a bible,
On his way next door to fight for his survival,
Knocked once, rang twice, pounded three times,
Until a dark face emerged with deep seated eyes,
The gunman said, “I can’t have no coons as my neighbors,
They stink, they ugly, and they have different behaviors.”
Once the dark face made the claim that they were staying,
He grabbed his rifle, aimed and started sprayin’…
[Chorus]
The sins of fathers are visited on their children. X 4
[Verse 2]
Six years later, now dad sees the bigger picture,
No longer called a mister, now he goes by Grandwizzard,
Hangs with some friends that like to joke and wear cloaks,
And march through towns scaring citizens, looking like ghosts,
A few of them are pyros, they’ll set a cross ablaze,
They’ll either make you pay or make your sacrilege fade,
But timeout, zoom back to the child with so much pride,
Waits for daddy to return from promoting genocide,
Gentle eyes leak tears when pops is gone for years,
Or when he gets angry after drinking a six pack of beer,
He holds his teddy bear and watches crosses burn across the street,
His heart don’t skip a beat but causes tears to drop upon his cheek,
He groggily watches smoke rise, a churning in his insides,
Standing in the doorway watching his dad’s/klans men die,
Then to jail, twenty years, another prison sentence,
And good old pops missed the entire adolescence..
[Chorus]
The sins of fathers are visited on their children. X 4
[Verse 3]
Sins of pop visits son at his office,
In the form of an Internal revenue service tax audit,
A wrecking ball says hi to the house he just bought and,
He’s starting to develop some cancer-related coughing,
It’s his turn to pay for the thirst his father quenches,
His turn to pay for the blacks his dad lynches,
His eyes soon to be shut because of his bad luck,
Because he used to smile whenever his dad struck!
When dad got cuffed his heart got plucked,
Because the burning cross spread and his mom got engulfed,
Then he was an orphan, he’s been divorced three times,
From three wives, each one claiming they don’t even see eyes,
Surrounded his childhood with a blue and white aura of cops,
And gave him a one way ticket to Pandora’s box..
Now he drowns and wallows in bottles of gin,
Loads a clip and give thanks to his father’s sins.
[Chorus]
The sins of fathers are visited on their children. X 4
