Ira Visits His Dad lyrics

Ira my bastard loco weed
proof that the saints and plumbers
should never breed
Put the dope in my strongbox
before the nurses` aides can steal me blind
Nurses` aides, oh, they`re nice enough
though some show up sick
and some they treat me rough
They`re understaffed, underpaid
so they steal our underwear

How could I notice my mind drifting loose
and I don`t mind the white Lysol walls
And if I deserve pain it`s for having you
But you`ll clear your name
when you hit my vein
and take your old Dad to the ballgame
hallelujah
wheel me
out to the ballgame

I win our fight, meet your Waterloo
I`m poor but at least
I`m a burden to you
you waste of the womb of a saint
if you really want the truth

We called you Stinky Sweet Pea
Well, here we are now
the one in diapers is me
And though I don`t like you
I love you like the son I wish I`d had

Gone in two years what I`d saved all my life
Ira, inherit the wind
Clean-living, hard-working I win the prize
A son who walks in
with his needles and pins
and I`m in love, I`m feeling groovy
groovy
everything`s beautiful

They took away all my Lucky Strikes
as if we might rise
and trade our wheelchairs for bikes
I know they mean well
and I forgot what I was gonna say
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