A Bitter Tree (David Baerwald)

Saw my father drunk and helpless, he was lying on the floor
He was naked, drunk, and helpless, he was lying on the floor
With a most peculiar woman, whom I’d never seen before
She was a most peculiar woman that I’ve never seen before
Forgiveness, forgiveness . . .
Has never meant a thing to me
Seems like a bitter apple at the root of a bitter tree
Forgiveness, forgiveness . . .
Has never meant a damn to me
Seems like a bitter apple at the root of a bitter tree
The room was strewn with tarot cards
Bottles lined the wall
The room was strewn with tarot cards
Bottles lined the wall
He braced himself against the wall, fell lightly to the floor
He braced himself against the wall, fell lightly to the floor
I never felt so close to him anytime before
Forgiveness, forgiveness . . .
Has never meant a damn to me
Always seemed a bitter apple at the root of a bitter tree
Forgiveness, forgiveness . . .
Has never meant a damn to me
Always seemed a bitter apple at the root of a bitter tree

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