Take my mother, my sister, my brother
& 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 & 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 bit about your Hell
Because my blood's too rich for subway cars
& 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.