Go to sleep my precious, sleep well
and let me go back to my previous hell.
Rest your weary eyes, daddies just drunk
and don't tell daddy that you happened to flunk.
Don't worry son, everything will be just fine
I just hope the police can show up on time.
Oh don't worry, just a couple of stitches
and get you into some new britches...
Time to bend over and take the chopping block
c'mon Mom, why not the soap in a sock?
Why not just go out and by a gun
and make me run around while you kill me for fun?
Why not just put me out of this crazy ass world
with all these fucked up, and over, boys and girls.
How am I supposed to have a family of my own
from all the horror's I've been shown.
I don't think I could ever look into those eyes
and know that they are my own little surprise.
They are you, but even better
because you know how to send that letter.
You know all the mistakes your parents made
and how the memories never seem to fade.
You see how pain can become part of your life.
You can see how you can be afraid of having a wife.
You can look deep into yourself but still be blind.
When you can't even look at her and say something kind.
Maybe you should just give it all up
and let the water runneth over your rusty cup.
Maybe you should go downtown to talk to the man
and let you know what's up on the latest scam.
So behold my fellow meekly mellow morons
because I've come to think of your brains as boron's.
So pulp them up, we want stew tonight
and your eyes shall never see that beautiful light...

12/16/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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