Album Name : For Richer, for Poorer
Release Date : 1995-02-14
Song Duration : 3:37
My Dad Is Dead Heirloom
I tore myself apart, and picked up all the pieces,
and from them fashioned a heart.
I turned the world all upside down, and shook out all
the jewels,
and from them fashioned a crown.
I saw them both in magazines
atop a golden mountain.
I ripped myself in shreds, and gathered up the papers,
and from them fashioned a head.
It sits in my appartment, a trophy on the mantle.
Please don't take it down.
I sold myself in England once,
went back and bought a new one.
I tore myself apart, and picked up all the pieces,
and from them fashioned a heart.
I turned the world all upside down, and shook out all
the jewels,
and from them fashioned a crown.
I saw them both in magazines
atop a golden mountain.
It takes 5 years to make it,
almost 5 minutes to break it.
Well, if destiny is callin,
then I most certainly am stallin'.
Take a slice of life and shake it,
put it on a rack and bake it.
Take it out in half an hour,
that's what's left of all your power.
But what does it matter?
In this sea of chatter,
our hope is battered,
our words are scattered,
our dreams are shattered.