Walter Wall

Walter Wall he got a chip on his shoulder,

Took his Daddy’s job when he was twenty years old,

He got his name on the door manufacturing carpets,

Wore the business down and left his Daddy with a market stall.

Walter Wall,

He got his Daddy’s name,

To play his Daddy’s game.

Walked away and let his Daddy take over,

Walter Wall was headed for a nervous disorder,

He was drinking fast and thinking slow,

He’s got a lot more hate than he ever let his Daddy know.

Walter Wall,

He got his Daddy’s name,

To play his Daddy’s game,

Poor old Walter Wall.

Bad luck, only ever knew how to lose,

No good, walking in his Daddy’s shoes.

Sold out, every single dream he ever kept inside,

To keep his Daddy’s dream alive.

No doubt, Walter wasn’t really to blame,

No Good, working with his Daddy’s name,

Tired out, losing all the hope he had to give away,

To keep his Daddy’s name from shame.

Walter Wall,

He got his Daddy’s name,

To play his Daddy’s game,

Poor old Walter Wall.

Walter Wall he got a chip on his shoulder,

Took his Daddy’s life when he was thirty years old,

He got fifteen years in a room with no carpet,

Took an overdose and laid his body on the concrete floor.

Walter Wall,

He got his Daddy’s name,

To play his Daddy’s game,

Poor old Walter Wall.