Song Description
This is a song about children overcoming the bad behavior (abuse, addictions) that have been handed down generation after generation.
| Song Length |
3:36 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Rock - Progressive Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Exultant |
Subject |
Recovery, Change |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Daddy had a heavy hand
Like his father & his father's old man
It was all Joey knew
But he knew it was wrong
Joey turned 17, one day daddy raised his fist
Joey blocked his arm, said "Let me tell you this
I know that's all you know to do
But I'm not like you
This is the end of the line
I may be one of yours but I'm not one of your kind
I won't make the same mistakes w/any child of mine
This is the end of the line
Momma had that whiskey slur
Like every generation before her
Jenny saw it every night
But she made herself a vow
She said, "It's killing me the way that bottle rules your life
And I have prayed a thousand times that you would see the light
I can't take no more
But you can rest assured
This is the end of the line
I may be one of yours but I'm not one of your kind
I won't make the same mistakes w/any child of mine
This is the end of the line
Joey hit the road
Beatin' on his drums in the band
Jenny's eyes were opened wide,
Drinkin' down the sunsets in foreign lands
This is the end of the line
I may be one of yours but I'm not one of your kind
I won't make the same mistakes w/any child of mine
This is the end of the line