So, who am I singing to
if humble people never understand me,
if my brothers are tired
of hearing the words they always heard.
If the ones who know don't need to be taught
if the one I love is still inside your womb.
I sing to the people
because I'm one of them too.
They write the things
and I put melody and verse to them.
If when they scream, the others come and then get silenced.
If I can only be more honest than my guitar.
And I sing for you,
who set the clocks back
the one who will never change
and never realized
that your house is falling apart.
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And I sing for you,
Mister of golden watch
I know nothing will ever change you
but I want you to realize
that your son doesn't love you.