This is a song about "Shoulder"

Crying on my daddy's shoulder

But that's what he liked her

Conscience aches, angel and devil on his shoulder talkin

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

She never felt a shoulder colder

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I've got my foot on your shoulder

Huh, i can't interpret her

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Sitting on my shoulder, my heart is getting colder

I got voices screamin in my head,then it bunny hopped off my shoulder,

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Pay dues like a hair salon

The shoulder, for you to cry on