The Weepies - Volunteer

My lover left me, she left me too soon
I shouldn't blame her, for the state of my room
I started stumbling, chasing the bells
The metal straps upon my knees made this sound when I fell you heard those words from your peers, I was just your volunteer

We love uncle georgie, uncle georgie's our friend
He spends his life fishing, washes dishes weekends
And I tried to say something sincere, sign me up I'll volunteer

My father left us, he left us too soon
I thought he's say something, but he waltzed from the room
All I remember is my hands at my sides
The face of a woman who once was his bride
All that he left her was tears, and a couple of lonely volunteers

We look for sister mary, sister mary the pale
She holds her head sometimes and walks close to the rail
She sings on sunday, stands in the stairs
Haunts me at night time when I've forgotten my prayers
We don't see much of her here, that winterweary volunteer

Captains need order it helps them stay sane
Plumbers hate slaughter, 'cause it fucks up your drain
Hard hats must be worn at all times on the site
It don't make no difference if you're lost in the light
The men here have lost their careers and they don't talk to volunteers

How your life cuts me, it cuts to my bone
We pretend that it's nothing, when we're on our way home
And I wish you'd abandon me here so I could be your volunteer