All The Daughters (Of Her Father’s House) The Icicle Works

Forgive me for the state I'm in
They cut the rope that I was climbing
Tally with incentive
You should slip down here
And taste the poison
Small fat man with case in hand
Surveys the situation
Brother the small price of a bicycle
Isn't mine

We'll be watching, we'll be waiting
Heavens let your heart decide
She's all the daughters of her father's house
See the changes, none the wiser
Ton o'rusty dreams inside her
All the daughters of her father's house

You and I are old companions
Can't resist the challenge can we?
Saw you on the television
Nine years older up and counting
Father drove the taxi cab
I'd sit below the meter
If you'd try to hail us
We'd have passed you by