Song For a Pump Organ

Everyone that you held under
No one asked you for your thunder now
Pick your friends up from their spaces
Ask them why they make those faces now

I want to change you
I want to change your mind

Pick your mom up from the station
Let her go on her vacation now
Western movies make you wet
Nothing ever to forget me now

If everyone loved a son
Would that make their fathers run away
Fight it off really quick
For your brothers fiddle sticks and now