The Fatted Calf

mama, I’m gonna find a fix tonight
you known I’ve been itching
to make something right
could you keep it to yourself?
could you play it cool?
the well-water is poisoned
and I drink like a fool
I’m not the one you want
I’m not gonna carry that stone
your temple didn’t build itself
the potter’s crippled hand
made the flowers wilt
we’re here to break the backs
of those that crack the whips
as tender flesh
passes their open lips
the fatted calf is fully grown
the bull’s gonna take back
what he owns