The Receiving End Of Sirens - The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover lyrics

Baby boy had a big old heart Large enough to tear apart Split evenly in two Evenly in two Mom and Dad had a rocky start Too much head, too 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 who*es And liquor stores Can offer more Than his family Than his friends More than a woman that he wed "Oh no, what a shameful seed I've sown." Then one day daddy walked away From his wife, the 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 the house that he was raised The sons fight the father's war Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old) He walked out the door Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise) Left his son to fight his war You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old) Look how crooked I've grown What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken) What a seed you've sown 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 the 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 pa**ed down his empty chest Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old) He walked out the door Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise) Left his son to fight his war You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old) Look how crooked I've grown What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken) What a seed you've sown "Be a lightbulb" I'm a wishbone "Be a rifle, a telephone" I'm just here for you to use I've got nothing left to lose I'm the wardship battle I'm the remnants of the precious metals that weigh you both down We are heavied, o' so heavy We are heavied, o' so heavy Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old) He walked out the door Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise) Left his son to fight his war You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old) Look how crooked I've grown What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken) What a seed you've sown