My baby's teething in the den,nand I'm to give him what's mine.nHe wasn't meant to walk with menn(doctors brought him round again).nnIn his eyes there is a cure,nto all the troubles in this home.nIt'll haunt my every bone,nforce me through the great unknown.nnWith a different name,nin a different place,nand a different way,nliving different days.nnWith a rifle to stay,na rifle to go.nFind a fire to tend,nand a martyr to mend.nnFind a body to bendnin a million ways,n'til the thrill of a millionnhas faded away.nnWith the birth of a childncomes the end of an age,nlike turning a phrase,nthat erases a rage.