After serving in a conflict overseas
And the time that he served
had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
And the grass grew around his brain
As the morphine eased his pain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
There's a hole in daddy's arms
Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose
Little pictures, happy years
Sweet songs never last too long
when it's been his last dime
when he got that empty feelin'
There's a gold run through his veins
like a thousand railroad trains
in the hours that he chose
While his kids ran around
in other people's clothes
There's a hole in daddy's songs
Jesus cost that for nothing I suppose
Little pictures have big ears
They don't stop to count them years
Sweet songs never last too long
when he popped his last balloon
climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well he played his last quest
and that room smelled just like death
With an overdose, her grill in the air
Which he bought on that GI Bill
There's a hole in Debbie's heart
where all that money goes
Jesus cried out for nothing, I suppose
Little bitches have big ears
Sweet songs never last too long,
