Lyrics
The Stick
She watched her son
Playing in the dirt
Wondered why when he had so many toys
He played with a stick
First it was a gun
Then a rocket ship
Now he was just jamming it into the dirt
Like some savage hunter
She started to complain
To her husband
Who laughed and drew her from the sink
Kissing her neck
She lay still
Thinking about it
After they’d finished making love
And he was asleep
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
