papa said "hey girl, your flower’s passing by".
sits on his cloud, in one hand a glass of wine.
takes a small sipp, see the wrinkles round his mouth.
"Look at these fools" – oh, he’s laughing loud.

all the tears he cried didn’t fill up oceans high.
and the trees he planted can't grow caught in his ties.

facing the things that high up seem so clear.
dry is the lake you were swimmin in my dear.
grown up the child, he was caring much about.
payed all his dues now he’s laughing loud.

all the tears he cried didn't fill up oceans high.
and the trees he planted can't grow caught in his ties.
feel his fire burnin inside.
homeless, see me running through the red lights.
for the jokes we made of you, before you died, apologize.

papa said "hey girl, I’m the preacher and you’re the god.
so many tears, now you’re swimmin in the mud.
put on your shoes, when you’re going to the south.
to look at these fools" oh, he’s laughing loud.