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Well I met the man who took my motherHe put holes inside her armsWell these were not marks of stigmata lordJust a drug pumping empty heartI met the man who took my fatherPut him in jail and locked him awayWell they say that he forgot his children lordHe might remember us again somedayWell I met the man who killed my grandmotherHe took her mind as the shotgun blewAnd a year later my grandfather followed herHe’d had enough and killed himself tooI met the man who took my good friendOh, but he was only seventeenI saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lordIt wasn’t him staring back at meI blame the devil, what else could it beI blame Jesus he ain’t answering meDon’t call me depressed, don’t call me sadI’m giving up on this life I hadWell I met the man who raped my childhoodLetras de cancionesOh well we were never young it’s trueBut when everyone around you keeps dying lordWhat the hell are we supposed to doWell I met the man who took my sisterIn a new family she will stayAnd it’s true that my mother’s a sinner lordShe let another family fade away I blame the devil, what else could it beI blame Jesus he ain’t answering meDon’t call me depressed, don’t call me sadI’m giving up on this life I had From Letras Mania