It's another 6 am
As he stumbles in again
And my mother cries:
Don't wake the children!

Through the tears I can hear him say:
Didn't have much luck today
But he really knows
He just threw it away

He find his answers at the bottom at a bottle
And his life is always fully on the throttle
And he slowly turning out just like his father
And he knows

That he's no hero
But he's doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
And he's no hero
But he made me what I am
Stop me from [bad word] another you

Daddy couldn't save himself
No-one ever care to help
And he looked at me
As what he could have been

Now I know what I've got to be
Everything that make him proud of me
With my second chance
That he never had

Cause his dreams are at the bottom of his bottle
And he's never gonna be who he oughtta
And he's just a little image of his father
And he knows

That he's no hero
But he's doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
And he's no hero
But he made me what I am
Stop me from [bad word] another you

The dead end road on which [bad word] 
It's like he already knows
He lives the pain that would [bad word] 
And I'm proud to say that he is my father
And it's okay

That he's no hero
But he's doing what he can
Trying to make me a better man
And he's no hero
But he made me what I am
Stop me from [bad word] 
Stop me from [bad word] 
Stop me from [bad word] another you
(Another you to end)