Evil Son

Stuck in the middle of something
Here — take a corner of me There’s no need to be gentle
Take off your corners or leave
Caught you in the middle of a car crash
With people repeating you’ve got lover’s disease
Among the doctors and the killers and the bombs in a broken artillery
I’m still learning to read
There’s nothing here to discover
So don’t disturb all the others with your fear
There’s nothing here to discover
unless it’s real like dead men in automobiles
Broke all the handles off my windows at winter
Son, look what you made me do to myself
You broke my heart now let me break you’re teeth with the silence here
There’s nothing here to discover
So don’t disturb all the others with your fear of it all
There’s nothing here to discover
unless it’s real like dead men in automobiles