The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover

Baby boy had a big ol' heart,

Large enough to tear apart

And split evenly in two

Evenly in two

Mom and Dad had a rocky start

Too much head to little heart

Soon one turned into two

One two

Dirty hands made separate beds

And folded sheets in which they slept

Oh what's a boy to do?

What's a boy to do?

When daddy finds ten dollar whores

And liquor stores

Can offer more

Than his family

More than his friends

More than a woman that he needed

"O no. What a shameful seed I've sown."

Then one day daddy walked away

From his wife and child they had made

It must have been too much

It must have been too much

Mommy tried her best to pay

The bills so that her son could stay

In this house that he was raised

The sons fight the father's war

You shadow, you ghost

Look how crooked I've grown

What a shameful seed you've sown

What a seed you've sown

The place where love grew too old

Too old and broken to appraise

Court ordered visits meant weekends with his Dad

Where he had learned his share of lessons on how to drink like his old man

Back home his mother packed her bags and their dreams

that she watched down

For a single room apartment in the seedy part of town

Baby boy became the dad

His family had always lacked

A spitting image of the man

Down to the way he turned his back

He inherited his cheating; an heir to his drunken breath

His father willed him arrogance and passed down his empty chest

"Be a lightbulb"

I'm a wishbone

"Be a rifle; a telephone"

I'm Just here for you yo use

I've got nothing left to loose

I'm the wardship battle

I'm the remains of precious metals that weigh you down

both down

We are so heavied o' so heavy

We are heavied o' so heavy