Lyrics

[Verse 1] I can barely make out A little light from the house on the cul-de-sac A bedroom upstairs It's a family affair [Verse 2] I've watched you in class Your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered up Head to your toe So nobody will notice you [Chorus] I might not be a man yet But that bastard will never be, so I'm cleaning my Weatherby And I sight in my scope, and I hope against hope I hope against hope [Post-Chorus] Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na [Verse 3] Your mother seems nice I don't understand why she won't say anything As if she can't see Who he turned out to be [Chorus] And I might not be a man yet But your father will never be, so I load up my Weatherby And I let out my breath, and I couple with death I couple with death [Instrumental Break] [Verse 4] Saw your father last night And in the window, the light made a silhouette Saw him hold you that way He won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette [Interlude] Thank you Well, we've done it, we got one more song on that Southeastern album for you (Yeah) I like this one, this one's a good one here We didn't wanna put like, "Elephant" at the end 'Cause we wanted people to have the psychic energy to listen to another album Ever again So this is what we went with