A Different Kind of Blues

Uh ah
Uh ah
Father, father did you trick or treat
My bucket is empty but words on the streets
Had me, had me in the guillotine
So I just keep on, keep on breathing
Father, father will I make it home (home)
And carry my soul now my mind is alone
Will you, will you make it disappear
That voice underneath I refuse to hear
When I get low my, my, my
Melodies changing time
Feel the whole world coming down on me
I feel you wanna save, but actuality
Shoots me down bang, bang, bang