Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox Somebody's cold one is givin' me chills Guess I'll just close my eyes
Flip on the tele' Wrestle with Jimmy Something is bubbling Behind my back The bottle is ready to blow
Say it ain't so Your drug is a heartbreaker Say it ain't so My love is a lifetaker
I can't confront you I never could do That which might hurt you So try and be cool When I say This way is a waterslide away from me that takes you further every day So be cool
Dear Daddy, I write you in spite of years of silence. You've cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good or so I hear. This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings. Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood.