Baby boy had a big ol’ heart,
Large enough to tear apart
And 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 whores
And liquor stores
Can offer more
Than his family
More than his friends
More than the woman that he wed
“O no. What a shameful seed I’ve sown.”
Then one day daddy walked away
From his wife and 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
You shadow, you ghost
Look how crooked I’ve grown
What a shameful seed you’ve sown
What a seed you’ve sown
The place where love grew too old
Too old and broken to appraise
Court ordered visits meant weekends with his Dad
Where he 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 drown
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 passed down his empty chest
“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
Baby boy had a big ol’ heart, Large enough to tear apart And 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 whores And liquor stores Can offer more Than his family More than his friends More than the woman that he wed
“O no. What a shameful seed I’ve sown.”
Then one day daddy walked away From his wife and 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
You shadow, you ghost Look how crooked I’ve grown What a shameful seed you’ve sown What a seed you’ve sown
The place where love grew too old Too old and broken to appraise
Court ordered visits meant weekends with his Dad Where he 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 drown 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 passed down his empty chest
“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