The News of Your Son

I'm sorry father
 I didn't want to be the one
 To tell you about the news of your son
 He was a failure second to none
 And that's not all
 And that's not all
 It's true he never worked a day in his life
 When he lifted a finger it was to turn out the light
 Don't rely on him to pass on what's wrong and right
 When you're gone
 When you're gone
 He never had a head for figures and numbers
 He never had a heart for love and for letters
 He was never too swift with his words or his hands
 You know he never meant to place those kinds of demands
 On you
 On you
 When you broke your leg he took the crutch
 But lately he don't remember it all that much
 He just thinks about lying in the frozen grass
 His body cold and wet down by the overpass
 You know he never meant to come across so fuckin' crass
 But love is like that
 Love's like that
 Sure it is