This is what it sounds like when my brother called me
My parents, they up and passed
When I was none than three
Forced myself onto my brother
Made him watch me swell
And when we'd sit 'round the kitchen table
He would whip out his brand new blade
He'd scratch out words in the wood of the table
I never could tell what they say
But I could tell they were dirty!
I brought them words on down to the elementary
I pulled them boys behind the elementary wall
And I spoke them words hard, yeah, I did...
When my brother was a child he was given an animal
He raised it up to be a big black bull
It never did nor pitch or sway
It would ride on the back of our flat bed
It looked like one of them Greek Caesar's
And when we'd go to McCintyre's,
The McCintyre's got a pen, with a she-cow
When that she-cow saw his chariot arivin'
She gave the bull her big soft cowy eyes
And then she started talkin'
And she was talkin' dirty!
Then the big black bull come down hard off the flatbed
Forced himself inside the pen with the she-cow
He stood up tall on two legs, like a man does, he swoll himself up hard
Me, myself, I stood up tall on the flatbed, I pitched when I saw them sway
When that bull he come back down to four legs, my brother forced himself onto the flatbed
He handed me his brand new blade, said
"Scratch out the words on the wood of the flatbed"
And I did!
When I was none, I fell out my mamma, I was a breach born son, I come backwards
And when the calf come, it come, like I come, he come backwards
And my brother he called the calf my name, and its mother she called the calf my name...
My parents, they up and passed
When I was none than three
Forced myself onto my brother
Made him watch me swell
And when we'd sit 'round the kitchen table
He would whip out his brand new blade
He'd scratch out words in the wood of the table
I never could tell what they say
But I could tell they were dirty!
I brought them words on down to the elementary
I pulled them boys behind the elementary wall
And I spoke them words hard, yeah, I did...
When my brother was a child he was given an animal
He raised it up to be a big black bull
It never did nor pitch or sway
It would ride on the back of our flat bed
It looked like one of them Greek Caesar's
And when we'd go to McCintyre's,
The McCintyre's got a pen, with a she-cow
When that she-cow saw his chariot arivin'
She gave the bull her big soft cowy eyes
And then she started talkin'
And she was talkin' dirty!
Then the big black bull come down hard off the flatbed
Forced himself inside the pen with the she-cow
He stood up tall on two legs, like a man does, he swoll himself up hard
Me, myself, I stood up tall on the flatbed, I pitched when I saw them sway
When that bull he come back down to four legs, my brother forced himself onto the flatbed
He handed me his brand new blade, said
"Scratch out the words on the wood of the flatbed"
And I did!
When I was none, I fell out my mamma, I was a breach born son, I come backwards
And when the calf come, it come, like I come, he come backwards
And my brother he called the calf my name, and its mother she called the calf my name...