Here's another tune i thought i'd post

V1
My mother waters flowers while my father loads his gun 
And smokes all of my cigarettes, a wars to be won
Smokes all of my happy-grass while I'm having fun

My sister makes her cocktails while my brother makes her bed
But he'd raise her only child, if the two of them were dead
He'd raise her only child rather than rest his head

Chorus
And for the shoes of every woman and the hat of every
The rooms in which we hide ourselves, the rooms in which we stand
Into the face of every criminal strapped to a chair,
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

V2
He plays an old guitar made of dreadnought wood
And the sounds that I hear from it, I wish that you would
The sounds that I hear from it, I wish that you could

Hear a melody that takes you so far away
To a time when the innocence was still young at play
A time when the innocence was harder to fake

Chorus
And taste the wine of an elegance that's etched in your mind
And trade your malevolence for a spot on the rind
For the sake of the decadence that's so hard to find,
Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride

V3
So let me smoke another fag or two, 'fore I turn away
Puttin' pavement on the avenue that never paved the way
Pavement on the mouth of love with not a lot to say

'Cause my sister makes her cocktail while my brother makes her bed
And he'd raise her only child if the two of them were dead
Raise her only child while the two are off to bed

Chorus
And for the heart of every man who has ever read a book
Who would give his every penny but not fathom what he took
For the ear of every balladeer who's ever heard me sing
We must ring, we must ring, we must ring

And from the hand of every clergyman to ever hold a gun
We must run, we must run, we must run

at first i feel like i'm reading a story about some certain folk but then
there's some great lines in here that tickle the senses and i get lost
in abstract thoughts:

puttin' pavement on the avenue that never paved the way
pavement on the mouth of love with not a lot to say

And taste the wine of an elegance that's etched in your mind
And trade your malevolence for a spot on the rind
For the sake of the decadence that's so hard to find,
Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride

And for the heart of every man who has ever read a book
Who would give his every penny but not fathom what he took

...these lines take a detour from pointing at the obvious...
and that last one here about not being able to "fathom what he took"...
that's wonderful to be sucked into these kind of thoughts...

would like to hear how the music goes....