Bow and Arrow - Andrew Calhoun

    My name is Mark, my vision's a dark silver lining
    My mother's a tree, she cries out to me, with her whining
    My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow

    Houses for rent, came and they went with the summer
    Students for sale, backwater jail, what a bummer
    My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow

    The powers that be came here to see our condition
    What I do with a girl's no concern to the world's cold inspection
    My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow

    He built me this bed, he screwed on my head in the morning
    He gave up the fight, now I have the right to ignore him
    My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow

    Father came South and swallowed a mouthful of sea salt
    Easy and free, don't look at me like it's my fault
    My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow

    Father is gone. now I carryon the religion
    Birds overhead sing of the dead with their squealing
    My father's my foe. he gave me this bow and arrow

    © 1984 by Andrew Calhoun

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