somewhere in limbo is a half-grown idea
with my smile and eyes that must be yours
and deep down inside you is a kind word or two
bur all I ever hear are the curses and lies

my granddad flew airplanes for the U S of A
to defeat his vaterland and prove his good name
and my nana stayed home and drank whiskey all day
she made brownies and cried in the housework

what are you if you are not what you are