The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover

Baby boy had a big old heart
 Large enough to tear apart
 Split evenly in two
 Evenly in two
 Mom and Dad had a rocky start
 Too much head, too little heart
 Soon one turned into two
 One, two
 Dirty hands made separate beds
 And folded sheets in which they slept
 Oh what's a boy to do?
 What's a boy to do?
 When Daddy finds ten dollar whores
 And liquor stores
 Can offer more
 Than his family
 Than his friends
 More than a woman that he wed
 "Oh no, what a shameful seed I've sown."
 Then one day daddy walked away
 From his wife, the child they had made
 It must have been too much
 It must have been too much
 Mommy tried her best to pay
 The bills so that her son could stay
 In the house that he was raised
 The sons fight the father's war
 Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old)
 He walked out the door
 Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise)
 Left his son to fight his war
 You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old)
 Look how crooked I've grown
 What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken)
 What a seed you've sown
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 Court ordered visits meant weekends with his Dad
 Where he had learned his share of lessons on how to drink like his old man
 Back home his mother packed her bags and the dreams that she watched down
 For a single room apartment in the seedy part of town
 Baby boy became the dad
 His family had always lacked
 A spitting image of the man
 Down to the way he turned his back
 He inherited his cheating, an heir to his drunken breath
 His father willed him arrogance and passed down his empty chest
 Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old)
 He walked out the door
 Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise)
 Left his son to fight his war
 You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old)
 Look how crooked I've grown
 What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken)
 What a seed you've sown
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 "Be a lightbulb"
 I'm a wishbone
 "Be a rifle, a telephone"
 I'm just here for you to use
 I've got nothing left to lose
 I'm the wardship battle
 I'm the remnants of the precious metals that weigh you both down
 We are heavied, oh so heavy
 We are heavied, oh so heavy
 Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old)
 He walked out the door
 Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise)
 Left his son to fight his war
 You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old)
 Look how crooked I've grown
 What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken)
 What a seed you've sown