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It just so happens I have many concerns |
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My brother's down the road and my lover in town |
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They both need affection |
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And some kind of love |
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Well I'm the one who gives it at any given time |
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From two in the morning to six |
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Call me up and cry |
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My lover keeps it secret that we meet under covers |
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When asked by her man if we two are lovers |
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She says, "I hardly know him. |
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Besides, he's not my type." |
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Her man's a policeman with a keen sense of trouble |
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He's known just by danger |
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And all kinds of liars |
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Brother called this morning in a terrible panic |
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Spies in the closet, bugs in the attic |
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He screams bloody murder saying, |
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"We're all gonna die. |
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Death is upon me, I know 'cause he showed me |
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Pictures of graveyards and us underneath." |
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I'm losing my hearing from my brother screaming, |
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"They're coming to get me and |
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Someone call the police." |
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Two in the morning, the phone disconnected |
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Her man knows I'm calling, it's what I expected |
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A note on my backdoor saying, "Baby not tonight." |
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So I sit with my brother who is nursing a cut wrist |
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He's mumbling "Forgive me." |
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And "Don't let them take me away." |
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I can be a good boy and stay out of trouble |
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Jackie I love you and |
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Don't let them take your brother |
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Strapped to a table, go in electrodes |
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"Jackie come save me the doctors will kill me." |
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"No, they're here to help you |
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Straighten out your mind." |
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The TV is blaring with some preacher saying that |
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God is among us and he hears our cries |
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Lord, do me a favor |
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It's wrong but I ask you |
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Take my brother's life |
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'Cause he's sick of the suffering |
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The pills he's inhaling |
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The cross he is bearing |
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That is his trouble mind |
