It's another 6 am    As he stumbles in again    And my mother cries:    Don't wake the children!       Through the tears I can hear him say:    Didn't have much luck today    But he really knows    He just threw it away       He find his answers at the bottom at a bottle    And his life is always fully on the throttle    And he slowly turning out just like his father    And he knows       That he's no hero    But he's doing what he can    Trying to make me a better man    And he's no hero    But he made me what I am    Stop me from becoming another you       Daddy couldn't save himself    No-one ever care to help    And he looked at me    As what he could have been       Now I know what I've got to be    Everything that make him proud of me    With my second chance    That he never had       Cause his dreams are at the bottom of his bottle    And he's never gonna be who he oughtta    And he's just a little image of his father    And he knows       That he's no hero    But he's doing what he can    Trying to make me a better man    And he's no hero    But he made me what I am    Stop me from becoming another you       The dead end road on which I'm running    It's like he already knew   He lives the pain that would be coming    And I'm proud to say that he is my father    And it's okay       That he's no hero    But he's doing what he can    Trying to make me a better man    And he's no hero    But he made me what I am    Stop me from becoming    Stop me from becoming    Stop me from becoming another you    (Another you to end)