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orphan
I was an orphan to my parent's desire
when they decided to punt and pour some gas on their fire
as if their lives weren't tough enough without another mouth to fill
so without my consulting in between bitter screams
they arranged for my transfer to a family of means
I was tossed on the trash heap like a broken machine
a scrap of litter
there's a big lock left on the back porch door
no cookies in that jar even if it says so
they drove me to the station in that rust blue Ford
with the crack in the rear view mirror
and I was born through that window in the middle of the floor
before the baby boom had ended
mom and dad were scrapping dirty pennies off the floor
when the grace of the lord descended (delivering me)
and I arrived just in the time for the setting of the son
with a hunger in my heart and a question on my tongue
but there's no time for questions when there's work to be done
get to it, get to it boy
I was a stranger to a new family's care
with a father who's fuse was twice as short as his hair
although he wanted a baby, I'm not sure he really wanted a child
and I'm not sure Mr. Oscar Meyer meant to get pissed
but I was hurt by the criticisms made with his fist
and if he'd asked me to stay instead of breaking my wrist, I'd reconsider
and I was born through that window in the middle of the floor
before the baby boom had ended
mom and dad were scrapping themselves off the floor
when the grace of the lord descended (delivering)
and I remember mama's song like the back of my glove
her bed squeaking loud with the friction of love
not even a hot bath in a clean white tub
can drown the sad song she's singing, singing for me
where are you mama? where are you mama? where are you mama.
here comes your son.
and I arrived just in the time for the sinking of the son
with a hunger in my heart and a question on my tongue
but there's no time for questions when there's work to be done
get to it, get to it son
arrived just in time for the sinking of the son
with a hunger in my heart and a question on my tongue
no time for questions when there's work to be done
no time for questions when there's work to be done
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