The Last Word (1998 - from "Abnormals Anonymous" - Jetset Records TWA08CD, 1998)

I'm sorry I couldn't be your father

Or light the shadow of your mother

Or cast your black cloud asunder

I thought I'd be the one

A room of lights, a blinding sun

I don't know why I thought I'd be the one

Your glass is always half empty

Half empty, quarter empty

Shit, it's all gone

Why'd you think that I'd be the one?

You drink storms from a teacup

You are seasick and blind

Then you keelhaul around your indecisive mind

Well, I know my roll of the dice

Could turn your blood to ice

And to you, my crapshoot, well, it's, it's never done

I don't know why I thought I'd be the one

Your glass is always half empty

Half empty, quarter empty

Shit, it's all gone

Why'd you think that I'd be the one?

I'm sorry there was no audience for your crucifixion

Or for your lectures on world abuse

I listened for some years, but oh baby, it's no use

When I spoke of love, knives swam before your eyes

When I spoke of love, well, all you heard were lies

When I tried to protect you, you went and got your gun

Don't know why I thought I'd be the one

Your glass is always half empty

Half empty, quarter empty

Shit, it's all gone

Why'd you think that I'd...

Why'd you think that I'd...

Why'd you think that I'd be the one?