Baby boy had a big old heartnLarge enough to tear apartnSplit evenly in twonEvenly in twonnMom and Dad had a rocky startnToo much head, too little heartnSoon one turned into twonOne, twonnDirty hands made separate bedsnAnd folded sheets in which they sleptnOh, what's a boy to do?nWhat's a boy to do?nnWhen Daddy finds ten dollar whoresnAnd liquor storesnCan offer more than his familynThan his friendsnMore than a woman that he wednnOh no, what a shameful seed I've sown.nnThen one day daddy walked awaynFrom his wife, the child they had madenIt must have been too muchnIt must have been too muchnnMommy tried her best to paynThe bills so that her son could staynIn the house that he was raisednThe sons fight the father's warnnLove for his heelsn(The place where love grew too old)nHe walked out the doornLeft his son to fight his warn(Too old and broken to appraise)nLeft his son to fight his warnYou shadow, you ghostn(The place where love grew too old)nLook how crooked I've grownnWhat a shameful seed you've sownn(Too old and broken)nWhat a seed you've sownnnCourt ordered visits meant weekends with his DadnWhere he had learned his share of lessonsnOn how to drink like his old mannnBack home his mother packed her bagsnAnd the dreams that she watched downnFor a single room apartment in the seedy part of townnnBaby boy became the dadnHis family had always lackednA spitting image of the mannDown to the way he turned his backnnHe inherited his cheatingnAn heir to his drunken breathnHis father willed him arrogancenAnd passed down his empty chestnnLove for his heelsn(The place where love grew too old)nHe walked out the doornLeft his son to fight his warn(Too old and broken to appraise)nLeft his son to fight his warnYou shadow, you ghostn(The place where love grew too old)nLook how crooked I've grownnWhat a shameful seed you've sownn(Too old and broken)nWhat a seed you've sownnnBe a lightbulbnI'm a wishbonenBe a rifle, a telephonenI'm just here for you to usenI've got nothing left to losenI'm the wardship battlenI'm the remnants of the precious metalsnThat weigh you both downnWe are heavied, oh so heavynWe are heavied, oh so heavynnLove for his heelsn(The place where love grew too old)nHe walked out the doornLeft his son to fight his warn(Too old and broken to appraise)nLeft his son to fight his warnYou shadow, you ghostn(The place where love grew too old)nLook how crooked I've grownnWhat a shameful seed you've sownn(Too old and broken)nWhat a seed you've sown