In a city of handsome dads One distant wife is making plans for the future She rings like a bell, dinner is done by the spring Digital lover come back to me Where once I was blind now I see all too clearly Isn't it always the case? The child is the son of the uncle But they pay me to hit home runs they don't pay me to stand in the sun Chained in the basement job well done there'll be no whips today Football money The high school bully is downed When into town rides our hero on horseback Oh tattooed featherweight give up your gloves Hang them on the offbeat Nature will always see to it left alone things will move in circles So sign the contract kid, sign the contract Kiwi I wake up and go see Pa who tells me there's no work to do Milk in the icebox egg in the pan there'll be no whips for you The keeper finds his groove, the outstretched hands approve Everything has been smoothed over Dailys on repeat, he's solid on his feet And everyone who speaks has spoken Football money