Andrew Calhoun - Bow and Arrow

Bow and Arrow

My name is my mark, my vision's a dark silver lining;
My mother's a tree, she cries out to me with her whining.
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow.

Houses for rent came and went with the summer;
Students for sale, backwater jail, what a bummer.
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow.

The powers that be came here to see our condition;
What I do with a girl's no concern to the world's cold tradition.
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow.

He built me this bed, he screwed on my head in the morning;
He gave up the fight, now I have the right to ignore him.
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow.

Father came south and swallowed a mouthful of sea salt;
Easy and free, don't look at me like it's my fault.
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow.

Father is gone, now I carry on the religion;
Birds overhead sing of the dead with their squealing.
My father's my foe, he gave me this bow and arrow.