The Ride is Over
You always had Daddy wrapped around your finger.When I moved out you decided you would linger.
He looked the other way while you pulled your crap,
and laid the lap of luxury onto your lazy lap.
Don't know why he couldn't read you, you are easy to predict.
Or why he didn't see me, I guess we just didn't click.
Tough love is but a phrase, if you don't employ it.
Sibling love is uselss if you can't enjoy it.
Well Mom took care of business, she left a living will.
It's legal in the law, and it pays up all your bills.
You've always been as lucky as a four-leaf clover,
but Daddy's dead now, and the ride it over.
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