We all have ways to make it seem
We are not hard or bad
And I chop down trees and spit in times
And laugh when you are sad

Your happiness means almost less
Than all that's in the world and
My existence is okay, I guess
Because I'm good to my boys

I take them to the punch
I put food in their bellies
I sew the holes in their friends shut
And temporarily looking
What else can I say? I didn't ask
To own their nights and worth and
I'm good to them and thereby earn
My share of life and peace and

They, they may glad but not to me
They know I would not hear them
There's other folks and family
Who hate me and I don't fear them, fear them

I fear the fact that after life
Complete emptiness whirls
And we only have our share of life
So I am good to my boys, I am good to my boys