I don't know much about you
I don't know who you are
We been doin' fine whitout you
But we could only go so far

Don't know why you chose us
we're you watching from above
is there someone there that knows us
said we'd give you all our love

Do you laugh just like your mother
Will you sight like your'e old man
Did something skip a generation
like I've heard they often can

Are you a poet or a dancer
A devil or clown
Or a strange new combination
of the things we've handed down

Wonder who you look like
will your hair fall down in curls
will you be mama's boy
or daddy's little girl

Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say

And theese things you have given you are not so easliy found
Oh, but you can thank us later for the things we've handed down
The things we've handed down...

You may not always be so grateful
for the way that you were made
Maybe some features of your father's
that you gladly sell or trade

And one day you may look at us
And say that you have were cursed
But all the time that line has been
extremly well rehearsed

By our father's and their fathers in some old and distant town
The places no-one here remembers cause the things we've handed down

Things we've handed down x3...