The Grudge

He survived the war, fled to a faraway shores Fighting for a better life Settled in a small town put roots down Three little boys and a wife He was unleavened bread in a town With a portrait of the Pope over every door Hung his name on a sign, selling suits and ties Kept his old name in the bottom of a drawer His middle child loved a girl too wild, swinging her rosary The sacrifices I've made you ain't gonna throw away On somebody who's nothing like you and me But his son was wed so he declared him dead And they never again did speak And that son had a daughter and that daughter was my mother Passing grudges down the family tree Oh, it's a dangerous game Honey, when you feed that pain And you choose pride over love You're left holding nothing but that grudge Baby boy with your face full of joy and a hand so small in mine There might come a day we regret what we say But I promise there won't come a time When anything you say could ever navigate Any part of my heart from love We'll make a new tradition, love with no conditions And a heart too full to ever hold that grudge Oh, it's a dangerous game Honey, when you feed that pain And you choose pride over love You're left holding nothing but that grudge Choose pride over love You're left holding nothing but that grudge Choose pride over love In the end you're left holding nothing but a grudge Choose pride over love In the end you're left holding nothing Choose pride Over love Holding nothing but a grudge Choose pride over love In the end you're left holding nothing but a grudge Holding nothing Holding nothing Holding nothing