^DYou who are on the ^Groad Must have a c^Dode that you can liv^Ae by And s^Do become your^Gself Because the p^Dast is just a g^Aood-bye. Teach your children well Their father's hell Will slowly go by And feet them on your dreams The one they picks The one you'll know by. ^DDon't you ever ask them ^Gwhy It they told you, you will c^Dry So just look at them and s^Gigh^A And know they l^Dove you. And you, of the tender years Can't know the fears That your cloars grew by And so please help them with youryouth They seek the truth Before they can die Teach your parents well Their children's hell Will slowly go by And feet them on your dreams The one they picks the one you'll know by.