We all have ways to make it seem
We are not hard or bad
And I chop down trees and spit in faces
And laugh when you are sad

Your happiness means almost less
Than all that's in the world and
My existence is okay, I guess
Because I'm good to my girls

I take them to the movies
I put food in their bellies
I sew the holes in their lives shut
And temporarily hoping
What else can I say? I didn't ask
To own their days and worth and
I'm good to them and thereby earn
My share of life and earth and

They, they may cry but not to me
They know I would not hear them
There's other folks and family
Who hate me and I don't fear them, fear them

I fear the fact that after life
Complete emptiness whirls
And we only have our share of life
So I am good to my girls, I am good to my girls