“It’s alright”      Maybe I'm a baby with a mouth to feed   Maybe I'm a cancer waiting to eat   Maybe I'm a razor on a wrist to bleed   Maybe only water or a bucket of kerosene       It's alright   We are landing this ship soon   It's alright   No more trips around the moon      Momma does the dishes in her wedding ring   Daddy never wishes now for anything   Sister on the corner like a boy's wet dream   All little bit of hell in a bucket of velveteen