"Hot Line"
Call me up at the hot line
Make it fast, don’t waste your time
Once was so good at advice
Not so sure any more, but I’ll be nice
Hello, how are you?
Fine, I want to talk for a few
Alright with me
You know what to do
She gripes and grumbles
She rhymes and mumbles
Doesn’t make much sense
She’s a schizophrenic
One time her mother said
Tell anyone, you’ll be dead
So she changes to fit
Falling apart, so decrepit
I ask what’s wrong twice
Almost hung up the line
That’s when she wanted more
Didn’t know what she had in store
Her mother and her father
So different from each other
She could have been
The milk man’s daughter
We talked for an hour
I knew she’d blossom
Into this pretty flower
It was getting close to noon
Her mother beat her
Her father knew nothing
Her mother teased her
While she sat there tussling
With her hair
In her underwear
She took that there
Rifle and glared
She knew what she did
Was wrong and invalid
He never asked of her name
He couldn’t shoulder the blame
I’m guessing it was her in the news
I’m thinking because she had no clue
Maybe I just put two and two together
I didn’t fuss when the police took her
From our home, she hated to be alone
And where she stays now, in a building, in town
I sure as hell was and still kind of am the unsuspecting father
Of a baby who may damn well be crazy, but she’s my daughter
So she killed my wife
So she changed my life
But my life wasn’t so good anyway
I’m quite happy with the change
Thank you baby girl
Thank you for everything
Sorry didn’t know much
‘Bout your world
You and I’ve got time
To do nothing at all
So let’s make this one special
