This is the bat which scared the chap
Who stole from the house that Dad built.
This is the cat who replaced the dog
Aged five and five who kept me alive
Before the life could leave me.
This is the mother, problems and all
Who’s helping me up when ‘ere I fall
Assuring I’ll grow broad and tall
And never fit to leave her.
This is the man who built the house
This is the printer what paid for the house
This is the drunk who destroyed the house
And I am the boy who left it.
This is the brother with open door,
An open door that can pay no more
This is the brother who’s sweet friend
Made me the boy to leave it.
This is the house that Marc Built
This is the bat to pretend to be that
This is the food that’ll do you no good
And the hash and the heroin growing outside
The wee-washed house that Marc Built
This is the house that God built.
This is the lace to carry the grace
That is water to make you anew
That is the lie we walk along by
For it’ll dest