The News of Your Son

I'm sorry father

I didn't want to be the one

To tell you about the news of your son

He was a failure second to none

And that's not all

And that's not all

It's true he never worked a day in his life

When he lifted a finger it was to turn out the light

Don't rely on him to pass on what's wrong and right

When you're gone

When you're gone

He never had a head for figures and numbers

He never had a heart for love and for letters

He was never too swift with his words or his hands

You know he never meant to place those kinds of demands

On you

On you

When you broke your leg he took the crutch

But lately he don't remember it all that much

He just thinks about lying in the frozen grass

His body cold and wet down by the overpass

You know he never meant to come across so fuckin' crass

But love is like that

Love's like that

Sure it is