Father Jack And Mr. T

O how many houses have we lived in?
How many still are standing after each and every fall
Of you and me
Brother Lock and Sister Key?
And I would think it funny were it not so wretched
In how it plays out like the cheapest fare
This age adores
But then what are we, Brother Lock and Sister Key?
Only exile, only separation, only disavowal
When the information comes
Nobody's free, Brother Lock and Sister Key
And do you know how masterful is Brother Lock?
Insinuates himself into each recess and door
To make a lee for Sister Key to marry in once more...
Only spasms of love that get by on memory
Raw passages of a cooked up story, that nobody reads
And nobody ever will
Only exile, only separation, only after a while
When the cheap sensation’s done
And nobody's free, Brother Lock and Sister Key...
How's it to wake to find another tooth is missing
And vaguely recollect the stone that you’ve been kissing?
How's it to find you've been many years blind
And always leading?
And I would think it funny were it not so jaded
And I would think it pretty were it never so degraded
As by verdigris, Brother Lock and Sister Key...
Only exile, only separation, only disavowal
When the information comes
He'll put her down, she'll send him up
Only spasms of love that get by on memory
Only passages of the same old story, that nobody reads
And nobody ever will
Only exile, only isolation, only after a while
When the cheap sensation's done
And nobody's free, Brother Lock and Sister Key...