the winter wind is a howling, as i lie snug in my bed
can hear my mothers faint voice calling, should have sound proofed the shed
i get up and call out the window, please will you put down the rocks
stop breaking glass to get in, and I'll stop changing the locks
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just sign over the house dear mother
for i need me my own place
the old folks home is the place for you
will even help you pack your case
fathers gone forever, twas a tragic accident i know
should have seen him sunbathing when i laid the patio
have always done the best for you, yet you complain again and again
what is wrong with a stair lift, that can do a hundred and ten
a angel came and took her on a cold December day
she looks stupid on the back of a Harley
but at least shes out of my way
