Alphabet
Bottle
tops and penny slots, with coins of every size
Brother
sings on woollen strings, a song for all the lies
Summer
days, the endless haze of happiness and life
Brother
calls the ocean walls, the child’s paradise.
Though
I try, I can’t forget
I
learned to cry before I had learned my alphabet
My
alphabet
Dignity
put to the test by the hypocrites and ties
Brother
wears his Sunday best, while shaking off the flies
In
pretty rows, they sit in bows, your sins you hold inside
Sister
weeps while brother sleeps, within the great divide
The
race is on and you can bet,
The
odds are stacked in favour of my alphabet
A
to B with no regrets
It’s
easier when you have learned your alphabet
Your
alphabet
My
alphabet, my alphabet
Talkin’
‘bout my alphabet
My
alphabet
Crazy
verse, the adolescent curse, will fool you every time
New
guitars and teenage bars, a mountain there to climb
Someone
dares but no one cares, its time to throw the dice
Now
brother’s old, his soul is sold but no one pays the price
Though
I try, I can’t forget
I
learned to cry before I had learned my alphabet
Sit
back down I haven’t finished yet
I’m
gonna make you listen to my alphabet
Listen
to my alphabet
My
alphabet
To
my alphabet
Listen
to my alphabet
To
my alphabet
To
my alphabet
To
my alphabet
To
my alphabet…………….
Jimmie Bone
- 1996
