DaDa
Album - 28 settembre 1983 - Debaser id 14497

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I don't know what you mean about nasty feelings, it's

Let me help you out of this, you were starting to feel a
certain way, violence, resentful.

How do you know that? I told you? I told you that?

That's right, remember yesterday?

I don't want to talk about that, I don't want to talk about it.
Let's talk about, uh, talk about something else. Ok?

What would you like to talk about?

Uh

Tell me about your son.

My son, yeah well, he took care of me. He's took care of me
for a long, he still takes care of me. And she takes good, and
she takes care of me. She takes, she takes good care of me.
He takes care of me,
Do you believe it
I have a daughter too.

You don't have a daughter.

Yeah, I have a dauther, yeah.

A son - you have a son, a son.

No I, no I, all I have, I have
I have a son, I have a son and a daughter, and a daughter.
No, I have a son, daughter, daughter too, and a boy, and a boy

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I'm a little tired now

Well that's alright, I think that's enough for today.

I'm feeling rough and kinda hungry too.

Da Da

Who's my boy?

Enough's enough's enough's enough
This year's been really really rough
Hey Dad... What'd you do with mother
Hey Dad... Why'd you hide your brother
I just want to tell you that I'm really feeling bad
I tell you

Enough enough's enough's enough
Enough enough's enough's enough
I'm up to here with all your stuff

Hey Dad... What'll happen now sir?
Hey Dad... Can we live without her?
I don't need your money, your position or your caddy, Daddy
Enough enough's enough's enough

When my mother died, she laid in bed and cried:
"I'm going to miss you, my brave little cowboy"
I saw my father smile (a smile he tried to hide)
He told me "Son, I've really got you now, boy."
So, come on, little cowboy

Go buck and fuck and make a buck
Gonna show me how, boy?
I wish you lots and lots of luck
Are you leavin' now, boy?

Hey, Dad... try and keep this sacred
Hey, Dad... how'd you hide the hatred
I just want to tell you you're a lousy Dad to hell with you

Enough's enough's enough's enough
When my mother died, she layed in bed and cried:
"I'm going to miss you, my brave little cowboy"
I saw my father smile (a smile he tried to hide)
He told me "Son, I've really got you now, boy."
So, come on, little cowboy

Enough!
Eeeeeenough!

Go fuck and fuck and make a buck
Come and show me how, boy.
You're going to need a lot of luck Mommy's little cowboy

Hey, Dad... try and keep this sacred
Hey, Dad... how'd you hide the hatred
I just want to tell you you're a lousy Dad to hell with you

Enough's enough's enough's enough
Enough's enough's enough's enough
Enough's enough's enough's enough
Oh enough!

In an upstairs room, under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
All the mops and brooms keep him company
Misconceived of the family

Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed
No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head

Former Lee Warmer
When I hear him play in his twisted key
That's the way he calls to me
On a silver tray, I keep the master key
In every way, he depends on me

Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys

In an upstairs room under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
And after all these years, I've never heard him speak
I wonder what he thinks of me

Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window
When he feels really brave
Former Lee Warmer waves at his father
Out in the family grave

He's flesh and blood to me
I love him brotherly
But, I don't want to be Former Lee