My father spent his days working on the outside Breaking his back to put cloths on mine When I think of all, all, all of my heroes He is the first one that comes to my mind, my mind
My mother filled my head with beautiful daydreams Someday you'll be a king, or the president You know some days, I still believe her But today I'm too busy trying to scrape up my rent
Well, come on Cinderella Fold your umbrella And feel the rain 'Cause it ain't so strange
And I got a brother who's a sinner He grows a strange crop in his backyard When the cops come and take him away Would they even care that He taught his little brother how to play his guitar?
Well, come on Cinderella Fold your umbrella And feel the rain 'Cause it ain't so strange
Well, come on Cinderella Fold your umbrella And feel the rain 'Cause it ain't so strange
