Hewletts Daughter

Hewletts daughter
Loved her father
And I think she loved me too
For a little while

Hewletts daughter
I forgot her
Now Im treating water
And waste at night

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, Im 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 firefell the roads
And somebody stole your guns
Well, sir, Im the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son