Sham by bernie jungle / Warm Wires

i write to uncle's funeral parlor, expect a message from the dead
instead a thousand tiny voices, my skin about to break and shed.

all of my life has been a sham, look at the size of that boys hands

i turn the faucet on for water, instead a message from the pipe,
it says how much i love my father, i hope that everything's alright.

All of my life has been a sham, look at the size of that boys hands.

he will grow up, he'll fit in, he'll be big and strong.

i burn a bracket off with fire, then weld a new one in it's place,
i work till i'm completely tired, and then i wonder where's the day ?

All of my life has been a sham, look at the size of that boys hands.

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