"My brother and I were born joined at the head The doctors had never seen anything like this before My mother couldn't accept our abnormality so she asked our doctor to growing up Knox got the trophies the new shoes The seat at the dinner table and even catch a ball your brother's twice the boy you are Wes got the leftovers the cold shoulder the blame, you know, happy birthday One day brother one day you'll wish mom had let that doctor finish the job You will rue the day you ever crossed me. Everything always goes to you"