Album: The Wallflowers (1992)
Well, you could walk like a stranger head back into here,
Bringing gifts while you act so sincere,
Bringing gifts for a boy who has five yeahrs,
Looking for rocks & training wheels.
I do not remember you from any of those books,
Ashes to ashes & six feet under, face down in a box.
Where´d ya ever learn to treat me like that?
You do not seem to have any of that family stuff,
You know the hardwood floors & all that penniless rough.
Your bad luck follows you like a heart attack,
Twist your fingers, soon as break your back.
I do not remember you from any of those books,
Ashes to ashes & six feet under, face down in a box.
Where´d ya ever learn to treat me like that, that, that?
It is coming from another with a mother who has just like yours,
Bringin´ you headaches & all those mental sores.
Take a little, have some, need some for yourself,
Like the needy & the greedy always seem by themselves,
Well, you must be, have to be one of these,
Hidin´ under / on the shade of your family tree
Didn´t I meet you once in a liquor store?
I think I saw you hangin´ by the stage door
Handing out programs to the family theaters / feeders
Devised a role/Too proud to run
so you do not mistreat her.
Take it wild, take it fast,
You never gave yourself a chance.
Well I do not remember you from any of those books,
Ashes to ashes & six feet under, face down in a box.
Where´d you ever learn to treat me like that, that, that, that?
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