Storytellers only enjoy The part of life that they can use I got some sentimental fingers and They're holding on to you I got to keep that stuff in alcohol Yeah keep it there for health As your right hand feels for money Your left hand feels for wealth We were young, we were used to it And then the baby came on late Mommy got him, they were strange and cried And she regrets she made And there i was just a sober king Yeah, faking it for our friends Had a (?) bungled crop of memories When they ran out in the end Oh but i think of you and i change Oh i think of you you're all the same No one thinks like me these days We had a game, you have learned it We had a name, you have earned it I am just a thing you had to do I am just a memory now for you I am the greatest american dreamer You will ever care to know Two eyes but none the wiser And i'm looking for a third to grow Two houses don't make a home for me They're just a building and some extra walls Getting pretty good at standing up But i'm better at the fall She told me softly of immigrants And the numbers were one and ten Our majority was losing ground And our nation had turned to sin Our neighbors never lived that close And our enemy now had come Told me how he lost his generation I and the others have the middle son