The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Two People lyrics

Mr Weatherbeaten hasn't eaten since February an attack of dysentery left him very weary of anything but baby food and milk from a bottle No one reads the paper to him His hearing aid is turned on ten His eyes won't read what he has written Talks to himself in the morning "I made a Halloween costume when I was 11 all painted black fluorescent, pink mitts and the yellow shoes I scared my mother so much she died six months later My father died behind a plough while I was off feeding a cow And no one left but me to bring the crops in I worked hard Went to school Got a job and a 25 year bu*ton." He's wearing thin masonic pin Waiting for someone to understand him And show how much he really loves the land that he lives in Nothing today is nice to see when you are 73 In his flower pot, coughs a lot Is sometimes cold and sometimes hot Would rather stay home than rather not Counting red cars from her window Never felt the lightning in her thighs Never felt a man's shining eyes Living alone in a one room flat Two hot plates, gla** figurines, a candle collection, a photo of her grandfather, a man of some means The Wheeling West Virginian No one sees her come and go A doctor and some small children Outside her window They wrote words in white chalk on her door Not anymore She had them all arrested Her gold ring turned brown Merry-go-round Nothing today is nice anymore When you are 74.