Thanksgiving, Year After Year

Why is it that every Thanksgiving
I am the bird...
The one you tear up...
A throw in to burn...

Why is it that every Thanksgiving
Someone tends to die...
At the very moment we pray...
I can\'t help but cry...

Why is it that every Thanksgiving
I\'m told to give thanks...
For all the misery and pain...
For the oh, so great lengths...

Why is it that every Thanksgiving
I cry in my bed...
I think about Daddy...
Just one year ago...dead...

Why is it that every Thanksgiving
I feel like the bird...
thrown in the oven...
Thrown into burn...

And every Thanksgiving
I say the same thing...
Next year will come soon...
We\'ll see what it brings...