It was the summer of 1944 and my great granddad was off to war
My great grandma's eyes were the only thing as heavy as her heart
He brought her his spoils a shit ton of oil - his pockets lined with blood and deceit
He came back a rich man - started up a pub and a club and hosted illegal cockfights in the back
His rein held strong as his wife's lungs were hot and thick and dirty from her drums
She banged them all day
Keeping her worries at bay
As her life slowly ended from the beat
His hands were caught red
When the policeman took him in and said
"Son your eyes look almost as heavy as your heart"
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