You want to save him all for your future
But the man’s not yours to own

We found another way to go
One that won’t perturb or demean my son
You see your mother was a fiend
I could not condone
Her never relenting attack upon this home

She found another house to burn
Long are the hymns that she’d sing for putsch
Guard your wealth with a carbine
All that remains

When nations’ sloth cause decline
Breadlines break the bail bond budget
Into bad wine and banned cologne
She’d blow like a rucksack
To bloody up my nose

Forgotten Danish apple crumb (sigh)
Gone are the comforts of the frozen lunch
Writhing bodies in a car park
The cops are numb
She never rejected the foulest insolence

We’ve got to pack our things and go
Far from emasculation
Far from that shrew’s croak
The interior is calling
Safe place to hide

Home is where the hearth burns low
Dead light warms a pale remembrance
Of her tanned thighs, abrasive tone
I’d blow like a rucksack
And bloody up her nose

You want to save him all for your future
But the man’s not yours to own


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No Doubt They'll Sing in Tune After the Revolution song meanings
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