Take my mother, my sister, my brother    & my first born son   Ne'er do wells, everyone   There's a fracture in the fabric of the family's old scotch pine   But it will heal if given time      I for one am a believer in the nod & shake   We'll get on, it's never too late   It's a part of your cult that I might keep for myself   Turn the other cheek (that's nice)   But not that bit about your Hell      Because my blood's too rich for subway cars   & I'm too poor for a cab   I'm too old for the girl I love but she doesn't know it yet   When I die I will leave no shadows of regret   I'm too tired to make amends that cannot go unsaid.