Man of the House

 

A smoke stained skeletal frame

I sit on the roof and

I wait for my orders I wait for the rain

to wash the guilt away

cause I am the man of the house

show me the choices

that you think I have

I carry the weight of the world

on my shoulders

I carry their hopes and fears in my hands

​

two hundred thousand dinar

for the love of Misrata

one city closer to liberty

in a hashish haze I'll see it through

she does not weep

she does not move

she just looks at me

she just looks at me and says

"god is watching

god is here

god is staring back at you 

down the barrel of a kalashnikov"

but I'll do anything

I'll do anything

cause I am the man of the house

show me the choices

that you think I have

I carry the weight of the world

on my shoulders

I carry their hopes and fears in my hands