You are my sad eyed lady Come lay across my big brass bed Maybe it is we who have been chosen, you and me To point out, this don’t make no fuckin' sense How many cannonballs must fly, Bob? How long and winding is the road? How many children pulling on how many mother’s sleeves? Saying, look ma, the man ain’t got no fucking clothes When I was born my brother used to sit On my daddy’s lap when he was home on leave Daddy’d smoke a cigarette And sometimes as a jest He’d blow smoke-rings up my big brother’s sleeve More fire daddy, my big brother would shout At least that’s story survived I was mercifully spared The memories that they shared Cause I was only five months old when daddy died Gonna call up a friend in Australia And order in some bush tucker snacks And dance here with you to the didgeridoo And listen while you sing me all the maps Is that a foghorn in the distance Are we heading for the rocks Come sit here by the fireside and hold me in your arms And tell me, how was life before the cops