I know your son is handicapped
And it can’t be easy
All the useless platitudes
We all say on the way to our evenings


I've seen some brand-name hate
On some generic human beings
People say they wanna change
But they don’t know what they mean


You can never know a loss
Like the gaping wound inside you
Gnawing at your mind
Every building you walk into
If I sing a song of joy
Who the hell would believe?
If I press the grapes of wrath
Is the juice еven worth the squeeze?


I know you lovеd your dad
And now he’s dead
Y'all had some stuff to sort out
Now it won’t get said



I've seen some brand-name hate
On some generic human beings
People say they wanna change
But they don’t know what they mean


You can never know a loss
Like the gaping wound inside you
Gnawing on your mind
Every building you walk into
If I sing a song of joy
Who the hell would believe?
If I press the grapes of wrath
Is the juice even worth the squeeze?


What will happen to the shirt that you wore on your birthday
When you realized everything was mostly a feeling?
And you blew out the candles on your birthday cake
Everything was surreal
Your mother seemed so fake


What’s this strange tradition?
What’s the cult of years?
I thought we’d press the grapes of wrath
Instead, we all got beers



You can never know a loss
Like the gaping wound inside you
Gnawing on your mind
Every building you walk into
If I sing a song of joy
Who the hell would believe?
If I press the grapes of wrath
Is the juice even worth the squeeze?