“You've got your daddy's eyes. And your daddy was an alcoholic. I've got something in my throat. I need to be alone, when I suffer. So wipe the makeup from your face, tie your hair and gently fall from grace. Give me a call; when you're so sensitive, it's a long way to fall. You fell from my view. Son, you've got a way to fall. Let me stay while they all fall to the ground. There's an outlaw on the”
