North To Nothing The Wrens

I took to faces shooting stills and places
I took nudes of our youngest boy
I took two years to take his name over
I beat ____ with ____'s toy

I'd sing your praises to the devil's face
But even fire couldn't dry you out
You wouldn't know a good shot if you drank one
Then throws up, throws punches, throws everybody out

Shut up and while we're on the subject
Of endless me and the what's I've done
I didn't raise my boy to be your snapshot toy
Not for you, not my son

And as he made his point, he opened up my eye

We're off and running (nothing)
North to Nothing, yeah (nothing)
I would not miss him (nothing)
A perfect ending, there (nothing)

Bet bottom dollar said as night day follows
Ain't a thought you can call your own
Just to vary someone's variation
To re-show what's been shown
(Ah)
A call to mothers and my fast ex-lover
Had the boys packing out by ten
We moved in with Earl and his own two girls
I took photographs of Spirograph, oh let's begin again
But then Earl kept having nightmares
About being tamed by dogs and fence
And when the agents came and asked for him by name
Well those dreams they made sense