| Lyrics: | Hewlett's daughter,
Loved her father,
And I think she loved me too,
For a little
while.
Hewlett's daughter,
I forgot her,
Now I'm treating water
And waste at
night.
High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and glaciers.
I spy below the mess
And
measure the pressure
Where sofas float on roads
And somebody stole your guns,
Well sir
I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son.
High above
the wrecks
On ice shelves and dressers.
With crash united sewn
On all of my dress
shirts
They firefell the roads,
And somebody stole your guns,
Well sir I'm the only
one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son. |
