Written by Chris Trapper
    Transcribed by Gerrit (http://thepushstars.com)
    As performed by The Push Stars on After The Party


My father spent his days working on the outside
Breaking his back to put cloths on mine 
When I think of all, all of my heros
He is the first one that comes to my mind, my mind

My mother filled my head with beautiful day dreams 
Someday you'll be a king, or the president 
You know somedays, I still believe her 
But today I’m too busy trying to scrape up my rent

Well, come on Cinderella 
Fold you're umbrella 
And feel the rain 
'Cause it ain't so strange

And I got a brother who’s a sinner
He grows a strange crop in his backyard
When the cops come and take him away
Would they even care that
He taught his little brother how to play his guitar?

Well, come on Cinderella 
Fold you're umbrella 
And feel the rain 
'Cause it ain't so strange

Well, come on Cinderella 
Fold you're umbrella 
And feel the rain 
'Cause it ain't so strange

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