The Jumper

Well, I wore my father's jumper for the first time today

It never would've fit him, though it does fit me

His name in big old letters, just written on the back

I wore my father's jumper, I don't think he'll want it back

The jumper ain't a new one, these holes are secondhand

Probably why it's a present given to my old man

My brother or my auntie, there's just no way to tell

It's got my dad's name on it, and so it serves me well

Could've been a better son

Been a good man, could I be a better one?

For worse or better, better or worse

I am the man of my birth

Well, there's a gun shop and a sex shop facing off across the street

This hard sell's getting harder than what's stuck here in between

We fulfill every fetish, every single little whim

My jumper's no exception, 'cept it belonged to him

Well, a jumper, oh, it can be warm as winter with the stone

Jumper kept me from the cold, kept me from being alone

Well, it's funny after everything he toiled to give his sons

Stupid little jumper, stupid orphan son

Could've been a better son

Been a good man, could I be a better one?

For worse or better

For worse or better, yeah

For worse or better, better or worse

I am the man of my birth