He was raised in the English way
His daddy taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
They sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how to live by someone else's rule
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy Father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother Mary take the pain away
He read letters from home at night in his bed
And got this uneasy feeling when his father said
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
He bought his daddy's car and he learned to drive
And when he left school he got a nine to five
He met the girl and he got his spouse
And they had the child and they got the house
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy Father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother Mary take the pain away
He loved his son and he helped him build walls and fronts
He knew he'd heard it before
Someone had said it once
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
He raised his son in the English way
And he taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
He sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how to live by someone else's rules
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy Father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother Mary take the pain away
It must be something much deeper than fear or pain
Another child learns a pattern he won't break the chain
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise the next boyLose your way and we can stay out all night
Lose your keys and we can't go home
In a little time In a little gin
We can touch hands again
Lose your head Lose your warhead
Wrote a song for a room I left long ago
It was my home It was my Hell
Now the girl the lives there
She's an exotic She's a drunk
Leaves her clothes off
When it rains Run to the river
She carry me She run me All the way down
To the floor Where it's warm
And dirty like a river
My whole Hell
Carry me No Run me
All the way down to the river
All I want is to be worthy of my
Hands, but she's got plans
Dirty like a river
(You can't) run me down
Lose it Lose your war