2.The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover
作詞：Alex Bars, Brendan Brown, Andrew Cook, Nate Patterson, Brian
Southall
Baby boy had a big old heart
Large enough to tear apart
And split evenly in two, evenly in two
Mom and Dad had a rocky start
Too much head to 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？
Daddy finds ten dollar whores and liquor stores
Can offer more than his family, more than his friends
More than a woman that he wed
Oh no, what a shameful seed I've sown
Then one day daddy walked away
From his wife and 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
Love on his heels
He walked out of the door
Left a son to fight his war
Left a son to fight his war
You shadow, you ghost
Look how crooked I've grown
What a shameful seed you've sown
What a seed you've sown
Court ordered visits meant weekends with his Dad
Where he had learned his share of lessons
On how to drink like his old man
Back home his mother packed her bags
And their 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
Passed down his empty chest
Love on his heels
He walked out the door
Left a son to fight his war
Left a son to fight his war
You shadow, you ghost
Look how crooked I've grown
What a shameful seed you've sown
What a seed you've sown
Be a light bulb, 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 from remnants of the precious metals
That weigh you both down
We are heavied oh so heavy
We are heavied oh so heavy
Love on his heels
He walked out the door
Left a son to fight his war
Left a son to fight his war
You shadow, you ghost
Look how crooked I've grown
What a shameful seed you've sown
What a seed you've sown
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