The things we do for love...

Smith FamilyI need to know the recipe for the metaphors here. On the whole, it kind of makes sense. But how did a cow slip into her father's arms? And what's with the Jedi sword on the little guy's back? And surely that's a Baptist pastor. They teach this kind of thing at Southeastern, not Reformed, right? (DB: thanks, Jennifer...)

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And where is Dad's beard?

Oh, boy. An innocent "sure, that's fine" grows from the quiet of the home, to the clamor of a church family service, and now this full-on exposure in the great world wide web. While I know the direction home, I have no more secrets to reveal:

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel
How does it feel
...
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
...
How does it feel
How does it feel
...
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
...
How does it feel
How does it feel

Thanks for the lyrics. I've been singing some of them wrong for decades.

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