Do we kill ourselves on purpose? Is destruction all our own? Are we dying for a reason? Is our misery all our own? Are the people suicidal? Did we come this far to die? Of ourselves are we to perish? For this useless, worthless lie? My father had a kingdom My father wore a crown They said he was an awful man He tried to live it down My father built us houses And he kept his folks inside His images were stolen And his beauty was denied. My brothers are unhappy And my sisters they are too And my mother cries for glory And my father stands accused. My father, yes my father Was a brave and skillful man And he led and served his people With the magic of his hand. My father, yes my father His soul was sorely tried Cause his images were stolen And his beauty was denied. Sometimes the rivers calling And sometimes the shadows fall That's when hes like a mountain That is in master over all. This story of my father Is the one I tell and give It's the power and the glory Of the life I make and live My father has a kingdom My father wears a crown And he lives within the people And the lives he handed down My father has a kingdom My father wears a crown And through the spirit of my mother, Lord The crown was handed down. Well sometimes the rivers callin And sometimes the shadows fall That's when hes like a mountain That's a master over all. My father has a kingdom My father wears a crown And he lives within the people And the lives he handed down My father has a kingdom My father wears a crown Through the spirit of my mother, Lord The crown was handed down Through the spirit of my mother The crown was handed down Through the spirit of my mother, Lord The crown was handed down!