Lord every year we gather here
Bless this food to our use
Though communication's useless
Don't let me drink too much wine
Let us somehow get through
Without that bad old feeling
And home cooking we're dealing
Adults, no longer children
Now it's our kids that spill the milk
And our turn to want to kill them
I look around and recognize
We rarely see our parents now
On this auspicious occasion
This special family dinner
If I argue with a loved one, Lord
Please make me... The winner
All this food looks and smell
But I can hardly taste it
There's no way to replace it
After the meal, switch on the game
There's just a few more seconds
But I'm so tired, I need a nap
The guest bedroom bed beckons
I fall asleep, I have a dream
Nothing bad has happened yet
And naturally they love us
Watching the stars above us
5.0
