Tekstovi: Grandaddy. The Sophtware Slump. Hewlett's Daughter.

Hewlett's daughter
Loved her father
And I think she loved me too
For a little while

Hewlett's daughter
I forgot her
Now I'm treating water
And waste at nights

High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and glaciers
I spy below the mess
And measure the pressure
Where sofas float on roads
And somebody stole your guns

Well Sir, I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son

High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and dressers
With 'Crash United' sewn
On all of my dress shirts
They fire-felled the roads
And somebody stole your guns

Well Sir, I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son

Yes Sir, I'm the only one
I should have been your son