Brady kent - My father and I don't speak Lyrics

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My father and I, don't speak,
He gets a cheque every week.

Men of a certain age, struggle
It's the boys that cause the trouble
Blissful and happy soulmates
Surprisingly, it turned to hate

All guns, ...........started blazing
No interest, he started changing
A cruel and public, exhibition
She faced up, to new competition

Then I learned a home truth
Intimate admissions from youth
Midlife women, are ditching sex
Passion, became an anti-climax

She was consistently, inconsistent
What she gave was insufficient
So, she made an emotional exit
I sobbed, learning of his secret

Knew he didn't love her, anymore
One-night stands, started the war
Needed to pursue his basic needs
Chasing a woman of his dreams

But the first fling came to a sad end
Without a dime, now in bedsit land
So, justice is done in the jungle
Complicated, to stay as a couple

This was the start of the moment
Fierce fighting, with one parent
He and I lost all communication
I tired of his selfish justification