Okay, here's another holiday thing.
This song is called
Thanksgiving.
We're just moving back.
Back in time.
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
bless this fool to our use
though communication's useless
don't let me drink
Lord, you know how I get ruthless
Let us somehow get
through this meal
Without that bad old feeling
With history and memory
And home cooking we're dealing
Remind us that we're
all grown up
Adults no longer children
Now it's our kids
that spill the milk
And our turn to wanna kill them
I look around an d recognize
A sister and a brother
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,
Lord, please make me the
winner.
All this food looks and smells so good
But I can hardly taste it
The sense of something
has been lost
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
a nap.
The guest bedroom bed beckons.
I fall asleep, I have a dream, in it is the family,
nothing bad has happened yet an d everyone
is happy.
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.