Almost home when I missed the bottom step
You were braiding your gray hair
It had grown so long since I'd been gone
And the perfect girls, by the pool they would protest
The cross around their necks
But our sons were overseas
And we all learn about the hive and the honey bees
Almost home, with an olive branch and a dove
You were beaten on a persian rug
With your bible and your wedding band
Both hidden on a TV stand
When the cruel wind blew every sin before they fell(?)
Off the county carousel
While the dogs were eating snow
All our sons had sunk in a trunk of Noah's clothes
Almost home, we got lost on our new street
While your grieving girls all died in their sleep
So the dogs all went unfed
A great dream of bones all piled on the bed
And the cops couldn't care when that crackhead built a boat
And said, "please, before I go
May our only honored bones
Be the kinship of the kids and the riot swad"
