Hewlett's daughter,

Loved her father,

And I think she loved me too,

For a little while.

Hewlett's daughter,

I forgot her,

Now I'm 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 I'm 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 I'm the only one

To get back your stolen guns

I should have been your son.