Hewlett's daughter

Loved her father

And I think she loved me too

For a little while Hewlett's daughter

I forgot her

Now I'm treating water

And waste at nights High above the wrecks

On ice shelves and glaciers

I spy below the mess

And measure the pressure

Where sofas float on roads

And somebody stole your guns Well Sir, I'm the only one

To get back your stolen guns

I should have been your son High above the wrecks

On ice shelves and dressers

With 'Crash United' sewn

On all of my dress shirts

They fire-felled the roads

And somebody stole your guns Well Sir, I'm the only one

To get back your stolen guns

I should have been your son Yes Sir, I'm the only one

I should have been your son