The Beautiful South, Pt. I: Father Video (MV)

I see the ashes and the embers taking root in the ground
I see the fireman and their dogs all attempting to put it out
I see my home up in flames and I wonder why this happened again
The chances of a second flame, oh the chances are so slim

Oh, these walls are fallin' on me
And this juncture is a warning
I can hear the angels sing
As the demons pull my feel

I see my Papa pullin' up with dashboard gums and a triple-mint tongue
I hear him howlin' to the moon as he falls to his knees to scream how come
I thank the stars we were not hurt and I curse the earth for doin' harm
We all bleed so easily, we don't let our skin build scars

Oh, these walls are fallin' on me
And this juncture is a warning
I can hear the angels sing
As the demons pull my feel

I feel my wings are closin' up, guess I'll never see the sun
I hear my Pa screamin' something to those men at the top of his lungs
I climb into the passenger seat and we both drive away
Leaving nothing 'cause nothing's left and we continued out of state