call me....a bum

call me....a bum

for in cardboard I lay

from taxes I could not pay-

call me....a drunk

with 100 proof tears

2 for every dying year-

call me....a child

when my dreams are smashed

burnt away and slowly ashed

and then you call me....a terrorist

when I act against

you might as well call me....your father

you son, for you have poisoned

everything to come

call me....crazy

and Ill give you a gun

to shoot all the ghosts

that you have now won.