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