Their Early Years (Live)
by The Residents
From the album: God in Three Persons
Duration: 5:18
Lyrics for Their Early Years (Live)
Once when we were on a bus Between some cities We discussed the things That happened in their early years Their youngest time was spent alone While living with an uncle Only half remaining from a foreign war All his upper half was well enough But in his pants, between his cuffs And where his zipper stopped His legs were gone So he rolled around on wheels Self-sufficient in a peeling little house He could not paint again But it was spotless to a point Two feet above the floor And warmth was in his smile And in his laughing face The people that they met were few And might have been disturbed By two who looked so strange But they were not aware For living with their stumpy uncle Who was unconcerned and rumpled Made them see things differently They thought that we were put together randomly Just like the weather With no thought of uniformity But this vision only lasted for a while Until he passed away And they were sent off to a home The children there did not have parents Were all alike and always staring As they sat on chairs above the ground So the twins cried and then withdrew From those who shouted, laughed, and who were mean Because of suffering inside Once alone they heard some children shouting That a car had killed one of their pets Out in the road ahead As they approached the fallen dog Inside a pool of blood they saw A leg that had been torn away somehow So they kneeled upon the ground And lifted up the leg they found And wedged it tightly just below the spot Where their shoulders were combined And then the sun, which had been shining Winked, and for a moment all was dark But when the sun returned above them No one laughed or made fun of them For the dog was licking at their joint Barking loud and resurrected And causing them to be respected By those who had avoided them before