She hid herself at the funeral.
Behind a willow tree.
With not an ounce of sorrow,
guilt or iniquity.

A fire burned in her eyes
as he wiped away a tear.
The one man who’d beaten
His wife for many years.

The Procession was breaking.
So she skulked within the rain.
she took a step towards him
And he spied her eyes again.

Tears welled up within him.
“You should not be here,
“T’was you who had murdered him,
“You’d best get out of here!”

You will burn as he did.
I’ll toast you in the fire.
You’ll never hurt another.
(i’ll stop) The Sins of the Father.
The Sins of the Father.

She reached in to a pocket.
And she pulled out a knife.
She’ll make him pay dearly
For the years he’d hurt his wife.

He sunk down to the ground
As he pled for mercy too
He broke down before her.
And ask her what she’d do.

You will burn as he did.
I’ll toast you in the fire.
You’ll never hurt another.
(i’ll stop) The Sins of the Father.
The Sins of the Father.