We were the talk of the family
We were so much thicker than blood
I was a cog in the factory before I was an epileptic's rug
And it's true that I fingered you like a brilliant guitar with dirty strings
And bitter wires connected your lips to upper things
We were the talk of the family
You ran all hectic in my blood
You asked about the factory
I said I watched you bite your thumb
I did not have the faculty
To sing songs of our fun
I walk through the melody
In a gaudy falsetto