Hewlett's Daughter Songtext / Lyric

Hewlett's daughter,
loved her father,
and I think she loved me too
for a little while.
Hewlett's daughter,
I forgot her,
now I'm treating watter
and waste at night.
High above the wrecks
on ice shelves and glaciers.
I spy below the mess
and measure the pressure.
Where sofas float on roads
and somebody stole your guns,
well sir I'm the only one
to get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son.
High above the wrecks
on ice shelves and dressers.
With crash united sewn
on all of my dress shirts.
They firefell the roads,
and somebody stole your guns,
well sir I'm the only one
to get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son.