Take my mother, my sister, my brother, and my first born son. Ne' er do wells, everyone. There's a fracture in the fabric of the family's old scotch pine. But it will heal if given time. I for one am a believer in the nod and shake. We'll get on, it's never too late. It's a part of your cult that I might keep for myself. Turn the other cheek (that's nice). But not that but about your hell. Because my blood's too rich for subway cars, and I'm too poor for a cab. I'm too old for the girl I love but she doesn't know it yet. When I die I will leave no shadows of regret. I'm too tired to make amends that cannot go unsaid