The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover (The Receiving End of Sirens)

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