LYRICS

With his boys played and his wounds were whole,
from small was his wild, crazy and beautiful,
now playing with men and other things they do, but
scars have more than games the floor at night.
As a kid again scratching his knees
May and last night it was firmly on the ground, what
woman looking at me now, what a wife and kid.
From small seats wander, to run you love
show you were his wild, crazy and beautiful,
now disappear from men, other men change them, but
scars have more games on the floor at night .
As a kid again scratching his knees
May and last night it was firmly on the ground, what
woman looking at me now, what a wife and kid. \ 3