I'm too old to do things by half
You won't see my parents honored on any stamps.
I've made love to my mother, killed my father, and my brother. What am I to do?
The rich son waits for his father to die, the poor just drink and cry.
The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.
When he beat my mother it made me so mad.
These are really terribly rough times, and we really should try to be as nice to each other as possible.