A Burning Soul

Lyrics

Father had a burning soul "Go on..." Drank himself into a hole with no way out He wasn't a saint, but he wasn't a bad man Father had a burning soul "Go on..." He could've, should've loved 'em all one by one He wasn't a saint, but he wasn't a bad man In his defense, he never asked to be born He seemed content to see the world with his eyes closed Now I've got a burning soul What now? Both ends of my prayer candle are burned out In my defense, I was raised by a blind man on fire Who was raised to lip-sync in his church choir So I'm not a saint and I'm not a singer