Mass Blisters

Mother, you give me a pair of silver scissors.
As soon as you leave, I need them- I use them.
When you are tuned into my station, you bring me things that I need.
Mother, you give me a pair of magic scissors.
Sister, your husband is an overbearing bastard and people talk to your breasts.
As soon as you leave, I pray that men are kind to you.
When you called into my station, to make a request, its a positive response.
Sister, tiredness and children surround you. Patience of a Latter Day Saint.
As soon as you leave, I pray the kids practice nice with you.
When you are tuned into my radio, you understand the music we shared.
There is a secret music only we have as soundtrack to our life together.
I couldnt protect her though I tried.
I understand the evil in my sex. I have witnessed its murderous wrath. I'm a boy made
of dirt and grease and sin.
I'm a born hero. Now I'm big enough to stand in the way of a fist or a bullet or
a blade.