Stupid Lullabies

Cigarette ashes 
And tickets to free dances 
A buck bottle of wine 
Under a minute of my time 
I'll give you all that I can't have
It may be less than I have, son 
Don't cut the lines that border us, son Don't waste my time 
You're no son of mine 
I've got so many errands to run, son 
Fraternize with poker buddies and 
Their cash, son 
I spent the better part of my life Singing you stupid lullabies 
Handcuffed tight behind my back 
Under your mother's watchful eye 
God rest her soul 
God bless a wasted life