It is always night for you here
Your brother was the first boy inside of you
And as a locust would eat
Your father was the first man inside of you

Your body is all your own
Keep it away from mine
I love you, Bill
You forgive everything

To die and not breathe
To writhe desolated
To crawl towards colorlessness

The grass across the room
My father was the second man inside of you
The sailor is dead, the social worker is dead
The software engineer is dead the singer is dead

You've always lied to us
Richard Broddigan never stuffed his underwear in your mouth
I love you, Bill
You forgive everything

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
Let them sing for joy
But it was you for whom the raven called

There must be some things for which our god cannot be accused
There must be some things for which our god cannot be accused
Both feet jammed against your heart
Both feet jammed against your heart
Do you want me to write your name?
Do you want me to tear it up?
Do you want me to throw it in the garbage?