Lyrics

The Son of Jacob Mallet

Jacob Mallet had a son
Come to this earth in the spring of ‘41
It was all that he could see
Work like his daddy in the GM factory
And so, foretold, it would be done
For there’s always be a need
For the Great Lakes and their speed
So his life he had it planned
In this state of Michigan
And the years, and the time rolled by

So said he sages “You must change or you must die”
But the sycophantic pages gave the kings the golden eye
And you never stopped to wonder as the time was going by

Now in this cloud of ashes
Here lies your broken dream
I see the teeming masses
It’s 1933
And now they’re gone

Hear this if you please
Go to the churchyard and you get down on your knees
And you hear your voice it moans
Ricocheting off the stones
For the deaf, and the blind, and the dumb
And they listen to your plight
How you tried with all your might
But the path it was too hard
Now you’re angry, battle scarred
So to him, in the dim, you call
And silence falls

Now your diatribes and mantras have all seem to come apart
Like the multitude of phantoms who parade here in your heart
You carry forth your lantern but the night it is so dark

Got a million miles and counting
Down the boulevard of dreams
We’re still drinking from the fountain
Of gasoline
And Jacob Mallet he lives on

© Andrew Pearson/06-09/Boosh Music BMI