Brother

Lard of lards and thing of things, I will praise you I will sing
"You're only here to save yourself, and listen in on everybody else"
I don't wanna be irreverent or anything, I just think its weird-eternally queer
And who could ever know which way the winds blow when we're wiggling our toes beneath the sheets? Something, it's gotta be something in the air 'cause I can't see you but I still know you're near
Lover, best friend, intimate companion, brother, uncle, dad I never had
Who's my father? That'd be father Trev