For the last twenty years,
She was sure and just waiting to leave.
She would shake in her sleep,
And over and over repeat,
There`s plenty of time to bury
To bury what you don`t want the sun to see.
What he won`t know he won`t believe
Then he`ll see a family
In the dirt of the earth of the reasons
for a young man to feel,
There`s a maze of arrangemets between trust
And the desire to steal.
And there`s plenty of time to carry.
He carries what they don`t want the sun to see
They just want their son to be man o` the year
Oh, mother
Father