You can build me a desk and lacquer his table, Put together his chair and help us to be stable. But it does not matter, your maker’s tastes, If you can’t love my son, you must leave this place. You can patch up the roof and replace the ceiling, Plant a colorful garden that gives me healing,
Brotha, if you can't love my son...
Brotha, if you can't love my son...
Brotha, if you can't love my son...
You can build me a desk and lacquer his table, Put together his chair and help us to be stable. But it does not matter, your maker’s tastes, If you can’t love my son, you must leave this place. You can patch up the roof and replace the ceiling, Plant a colorful garden that gives me healing,