Inheritance

Mother, Father, I'm doing OK

On the other side of the country

Far away

And though I know the things

That you want to hear me say

Sometimes these things are hard

Mother, Father, I am your son

Right down to the long thin pointed face

And this muddled up and twisted tongue

And now I find that I'm doing all those

Things you would have done

Sometimes these things are hard

CHORUS:

So do I thank you ?

Do I curse you ?

These tracks stretch out before me

The ones you left behind

What I want and what I feel

It's yours, yours, not mine

Mother, Father, all those battles that have been

And the long long silences that lay in between

Please don't try to tell me all those were in vain

Sometimes these things are hard

We live up at the wedding

In rows of deep set eyes

In our finest formal dresses

Yes, and proper suits and ties

Like a family of Munsters

In a really bad disguise ...

CHORUS:

So do I thank you ? ...

Do I curse you ?