Текст песни Montreal - Major League

Mama, I'm so sorry if this breaks your heart
But genetically this child was cursed from the start
A poster child for the chemically imbalanced
I'd try to explain but my words are all silenced
Mama, I'm so sorry if this breaks your heart

My father takes blame, we share this disease
They say the apple doesn't ever fall far from the tree
When the progress I've made is packaged with set backs
Like a recovering junkie, I fuck up and relapse
Father, I'm so sorry if this breaks your heart

I just need a place to rest my head
I never felt safe outside my bed
And I swear this is my last try
Yeah, I know I swore this last time
It's like Jesus Christ, I'm back from the dead
Crucified over and over again
And I swear this is my last try
Yeah, I know I swore this last time

See, your only son died ten years ago
I quietly bowed out and let no one else know
About the internal affairs that nobody noticed
I kept to myself like a closed casket service
Mama, I'm so sorry if this breaks your heart