Hewlett's Daughter

Hewlett's daughter
 Loved her father
 And I think she loved me too
 For a little while
 Hewlett's daughter
 I forgot her
 Now I'm treating water
 And waste at nights
 High above the wrecks
 On ice shelves and glaciers
 I spy below the mess
 And measure the pressure
 Where sofas float on roads
 And somebody stole your guns
 Well Sir, I'm the only one
 To get back your stolen guns
 I should have been your son
 High above the wrecks
 On ice shelves and dressers
 With 'Crash United' sewn
 On all of my dress shirts
 They fire-felled the roads
 And somebody stole your guns
 Well Sir, I'm the only one
 To get back your stolen guns
 I should have been your son
 Yes Sir, I'm the only one
 I should have been your son