Inheritance Lyrics - New Model Army

Mother, Father, I'm doing OK 

On the other side of the country, far away 

And though I know the things that you want to hear me say 

Sometimes these things are hard 

Mother, Father, I am your son 

Right down to the long thin pointed face 

And this muddled up and twisted tongue 

And now I find that I'm doing 

All those things you would have done 

Sometimes these things are hard 

Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you? 

These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind 

What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine 

Mother, Father, all those battles that have been 

And the long, long silences that lay in between 

Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain 

Sometimes these things are hard 

We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes 

In our finest formal dresses and proper suits and ties 

Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise 

Ch: So do I thank you? Do I curse you? 

These tracks stretch out before me - the ones you left behind 

What I want and what I feel - it's yours, yours, not mine