Waxen nun in her bed "I had to do it!" She said. If you let a child Be a child, you ain't Doin' her no favors in the end. Which brings us to her portrait The photograph Of the orphan they ripped In half And left what was left In the forest a hell For which there is No name
Most love comes around Second hand It's a strange age better take Take what you can and Maybe you've been orphaned Unforgiveably - if so, i bet you know Of some traditional wretch you left To catch her death out in the snow So -
Unhappy child! Flash me your Rottweiler smile Don't let no Modern kind of love bring you down There's plenty of Decent tail in this town Did you grow up in a trailer park Did you grow up In an immaculate and humorless place Where the holy spirit, when you came crawling in Turned away from his face
There are some parents. Whose Children long for divorce - Now that you've buried your head In this time, where Dust sharp and fine Rises from the mouth Of the diamond mine Where hungry pickaxes tear at the rind And cut men up from the inside
Oh gun toting urchin What do you need? Of it's nothin She ain't comin Back to me
Marrow knowing orphan What can i bring? Oh it's nothing He already took Everything.
