First Daughter Lyrics & Chords By Kurt Von Stetten

My first daughter, come back home!
Befriended by thieves, we're all alone.

My hands have skills, and no conscience;
My family was killed in the Old World.

Sing of the Gods by the door;
Don't make a sound that hit the floor;
Reload your clip.
Take what you need, all people bleed;
All have slaved to greed.

Still a human, but with more holes.
Tunnel vision, stay off the road.

Crimson blood trail leads them to,
Makeshift cabin in the woods.

You can still sing, we're going down;
Tell your Mom why you're not around.
Tell your Mom, I took what I need;
But now I bleed, and now I bleed.