Apron Strings

It's all in a letter
All in a letter I wrote you down
Psycho in leather
Killer kid Clever leave this town

Is it any better Sunny weather
Teeth all brown
Kilowatt crystal under
And over and up and down

No you wouldn't miss that
You pack your bags and leave
But Daddy's got your glove and they all point at you

I guess your hand are clean
Or should I say tied
To the apron string
But he's so Wise