It was a Sunday morning 
He got out of bed , grabbed a cup’a’coffee and went out to the porch 
He sat down with a newspaper in his hand and looked out to the sky 
Not a single cloud, not a single sound 
He felt peaceful and free and life just couldn’t be any better 
There it was , right there though it felt distant, a thought came to his head – what if I lose it all? What if the Lord says “No more”? 
Is it [bad word] what the old man said? “You will lose your wife, your job, your house, your kids. 
The whole dream-like life will simply disappear with one false move, one blink of an eye so mark the words of the wiser, son 
Son don’t ask for more (read between the line like I told you to) x2 

Read between the lines, the fine print, the stuff at the bottom of the page that says you are going to pay for every single mistake. Your life’s at stake so think again before you make a move as you may lose your wife, your job, your house, your kids. And all of this pretty life will vanish, disappear with a blink of an eye, cut of a knife, one careless signature son. 

Son don’t ask for more (read between the line like I told you to) x2 

And when it came…..he knew…..it would never be the same….(never…) 
No it would never be the same…. Never…never 
No, no,no,no,no,no oh lord , make me bigger, stronger, better oh no.. [bad word] down for more , make me bigger, stronger, better oh no.. 

Son don’t ask for more (read between the line like I told you to) x2 
Oh Lord make me bigger, stronger, better… no…no oh Lord…Lord ..make me bigger, stronger, better!