Becoming the Lastnames Songtext
von Will Wood

Don′t take the following words as reverence for tradition

I've learned to pick my battles
By losing most I′ve fought
The more mores subverted, the more sense I'm missing

And I'll always do it my way
Even if that′s just the same way I was taught

I′ll bring home the bread
And you'll stay home and bake it

Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss
Crack a smile at my vows and whisper
"Wow, can you believe we really made it?"

As I give up on dodging rice and fold my cape, I say: "obviously not"

But I want to be just like my parents before I was born

Oh, can we be just like my parents?

I know you don′t want kids
But think about a daughter


We could name her Gwendolyn
Like mom would have called me
I'm not sure yet myself
But I learned from a good father

Yeah, I mean, sure, they messed me up
But I think that′s just the gig

And maybe it's just some hormones that kick in in your late twenties
But I have laid a lot of women
And now I′d like to just lay down
And marriage always scared me
But I'd like to have a last love

And love can last a pretty good long while
I've seen it around

Oh, can we be just like my parents when I was young?

Why can′t we be just like my parents?


So tongue out of my cheek now
I′m done pulling faces
Iconoclasm wanes, my cynicism tires
But what do I know 'bout forever, when so far I′ve been so fleeting?
Babe, my frontal lobe's done growing, this might just be how I′m wired
But now we're kissing before brushing
Smile with our whole faces
If you want a hyphen last name, I guess I don′t mind the cadence
I've seen home videos
I was there back in the 80's
And if I′m just them, and they back then could do it, why can′t I?

Just like my parents in due time

Imagine me, just like my parents, yeah, right

'Cause I′ve made more mistakes than simple empty moments

Each one as out of character as you know I tend to be

There'll be scalpers at the cemetery gates
With all my would-be widows weeping

I′d have forgotten all their names
So why should you remember me?

That is, assuming that I die first, which is fair
And assuming I don't leave
Close enough to forever
I guess, to prove what I hope

I mean, otherwise, how am I to believe?