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