The Woodshop

If I'd have known
You'd be gone soon
Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two
The police called
You made the headline news
Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two

And now your father's building you a box
Down in his woodshop
Your mother sets the table, one less cup
It's tearing out her heart
Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two

They'll tear you down
Say he lost his head
Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two
And all your things
Came home in plastic bags
Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two

And now your father's building you a box
Down in his woodshop
Your brother's like a soldier, holding up
It's tearing out his heart
Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two

And now your father's building you a box
Down in his woodshop
Your sister's hailed a monster and crowned the rogue
For tearing out your heart
Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two

Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two
Dust to dust
And ashes fifty-two