Hush little baby, don't say a word
Daddy is gonna shoot you in the head
Don't you worry, I promise it won't hurt
Daddy is depressed, so the doctor said


Hush little baby, because life ain't fair
Mummy ran away with Daddys best friend
Oh little darling, there's so much blood in your hair
Don't you worry now, Daddy will join you in the end

A man took his life
Just the other day
Left behind his wife
Then she blew herself away

A gang of racists came
Beat a man until he was dead
That poor man was not to blame
It was the prejudice eyes instead

I see this world around me now
And I am crying tears of blood
I wish it could be changed somehow
So I am no longer crying tears of blood

Addict asleep there in the road
Getting off on his highs
To the Devil, his soul is sold
You see death in his eyes

Young girl all on her own
Left home just to live in Hell
Now she feels so very alone
On a street corner, her body to sell

I see this world around me now
And I am crying tears of blood
I wish it could be changed somehow
So I am no longer crying tears of blood

Politician, corruption he always gives
Always going on holiday, somewhere sunny
In his life of luxury he always lives
He is getting rich on the public money

A soldier died in the line of duty yesterday
The ****** that shot him was never seen
His body now lies in a land so far away
His life was ended and he was only eighteen

I see this world around me now
And I am crying tears of blood
I wish it could be changed somehow
So I am no longer crying tears of blood

Four ghosts came meeting
Gave each other a greeting
Always met at this cemetry
They were all related, you see

Great grandfather fought World War One
Until that day he was shot and then gone
He died at the age of being thirty two
Never got to the change of things to do

Grandfather was who died in World War Two
Shot dead, out of the blue
He died aged only twenty one
He never got to hold his new baby son

The Grandson fell as the years past
Killed in Desert Storm, explosive blast
His poor child was raised by his Dad
The rain fell on a day so sad

Afghanistan is where the son was shot dead
A ****** put a bullet in his head
So there are four graves next to each other
They hope there will not be another

So these four ghosts meet and salute now
The only way that they could, somehow
If you listen, you hear them sing out loud
Four War Heroes that fell doing their country proud

I awoke with a shudder
Was that the sound of thunder?

I listened, and heard a faint smash
Then it was followed by a loud crash

I knew, through the down stairs window it came
Was this a burgalar coming, all the same?

I got out of bed with a frown
And adorned my blue dressing gown

From under my bed, just near the mat
I reached, and found my cricket bat

I would have to go and brave this rogue instead
And then I would bash him on the head

Out of my bedroom I went, at a quiet pace
Then I tip toed slowly down my stair case

Praying I was not going to my doom
I reached for the door of my living room

Flung it open, and switched on the light
There was no way to prepare me for this sight

On my carpet there appeared to be a small little imp
He was swearing because he had a limp

The little thing had hurt himself, when he had fell
He hopped on one leg, and threatened me with Hell

Told me he was going to curse me with magic
But this injured little imp looked so tragic

He followed, hobbling, after me into the kitchen
Cursing that his leg was now itching

He shouted at me, ranting and raving
I asked if he wanted a cup of tea, so he started waving

He showed me his jaggered teeth in a funny smile
I handed him his cup of tea, he blew on it for a while

This poor little thing looked so very sad
As an evil imp, he really was bad

He had wanted to steal my teeth and then run away
Because that was one of those games that imps play

So I made him a splint, for his injured leg
I had made it out of a wooden peg

I picked him up and he started to glow
And all of a sudden, he fixed my broken window

I then made him some buttered toast
Because he said he liked eating that the most

He was not such a bad little imp in the end
He promised to visit again, I was his best friend