Brothers

Big brother got bruised by a cannonball

Made the news when he threw it down to Wichita

Little brother just chews on a dirty bomb

Calls the girl that works at the telethon

Brothers don't bleed

It's a cut of a different kind

Grandpa grew trees

Now the green runs through our spine

Big brother builds pews out of cinderblocks

Singing hymns with girl at the telethon

Calls a friend when she's out taking local calls

Meets him out at a bar outside of Wichita

Little brother just chews on a dirt bomb

Lets his brain melt away in the aftershock

In the flame calls the girl at the telethon

Tells her all about the bar outside of Wichita

You don't start clean

Spines are twisting in the rings

This old tree

Been around before you were born