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 water   And waste at nights      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 fire-felled 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      Yes Sir, I'm the only one   I should have been your son