Okay, here's another holiday thing.
Lord, every year we gather here
give us the strength to stomach as much
bless this fool to our use
though communication's useless
Lord, you know how I get ruthless
Without that bad old feeling
And home cooking we're dealing
Adults no longer children
And our turn to wanna kill them
I look around an d recognize
We rarely see our parents now,
we hardly see each other.
On this auspicious occasion,
this special family dinner.
If I argue with a loved one,
All this food looks and smells so good
But I can hardly taste it
There's no way to replace it
After the meal, switch on the game,
it's just a few more seconds, but I'm so tired, I need
The guest bedroom bed beckons.
I fall asleep, I have a dream, in it is the family,
nothing bad has happened yet and everyone
Mother and father, both still young,
and naturally they love us.
We're all lying on a lawn at night,
watching the stars above us.
Lord, every year we gather here
to eat around this table.
Give us the strength to stomach
as much as fast as we are able.