Just who the hell
Do you think you are?
In your house that is so
Twee
Just who the hell
Do you think you are?
YOU
are
NO
more different than
ME
Just because
You have a car
Just because
Your old man works
YOU
think that these entitle
YOU
To all those extra perks!
WELL
**** YOU ALL
**** YOUR WAYS
THE TIME HAS COME TO RE-APPRAISE
~
I am angry you were nasty
I am angry you were cruel
Surprised
YOU
didn’t march us
to the
***** Ducking Stool
And what exactly was the crime?
In the safety of your home?
Were there far too many children?
With a natural freedom born to roam?
Did not one of you ever stop to think?
What went on behind
Closed doors?
Or were
YOU
Indignantly repulsed?
Fervently abhorred?
Well … Let me tell you for nothing
My father was a ****
Yet
YOU
hid
behind your curtains
Surely
WE
were
WORTH A PUNT?
I even fulfilled your small town prophecy
When I learnt to rob and steal
It was never about the money
It was only ever about the thrill
Seven little vagabonds
Seven little ***** of sin
“Be careful where you step my sweet”
“For, they do not hold our Lord within”
Mr Roberts …
“How dare you walk these streets?
Glowing with civic pride
Did you not know your
wife’s back home with her pumpkin leg’s spread open wide!
Oh…. Yes … your brother was often a frequent guest
While you brown nosed
on your
Monetary quest”
Mrs Philips …
“Hubby … taking the boys to camp again?
He sure likes to drill them hard
Does he make you take it up the ****
Does he leave
YOU
His
CALLING CARD?
I could go on … with tales of pain
I could go on … with tales of woe
But
That is
NOT
MY PURPOSE
For it was so very long ago
I just want to make you realise the pain left in those children’s hearts
They really were so much more
Than
the
Sum of all their parts
So next time you cast aspersions
With
your
Judgemental eyes
Remember
Each time the knife’s stuck in
**A
Little piece of that child dies …**
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 9:11 AM UTC
Just who the hell
Do you think you are?
In your house that is so
Twee
Just who the hell
Do you think you are?
YOU
are
NO
more different than
ME
Just because
You have a car
Just because
Your old man works
YOU
think that these entitle
YOU
To all those extra perks!
WELL
**** YOU ALL
**** YOUR WAYS
THE TIME HAS COME TO RE-APPRAISE
~
I am angry you were nasty
I am angry you were cruel
Surprised
YOU
didn’t march us
to the
***** Ducking Stool
And what exactly was the crime?
In the safety of your home?
Were there far too many children?
With a natural freedom born to roam?
Did not one of you ever stop to think?
What went on behind
Closed doors?
Or were
YOU
Indignantly repulsed?
Fervently abhorred?
Well … Let me tell you for nothing
My father was a ****
Yet
YOU
hid
behind your curtains
Surely
WE
were
WORTH A PUNT?
I even fulfilled your small town prophecy
When I learnt to rob and steal
It was never about the money
It was only ever about the thrill
Seven little vagabonds
Seven little ***** of sin
“Be careful where you step my sweet”
“For, they do not hold our Lord within”
Mr Roberts …
“How dare you walk these streets?
Glowing with civic pride
Did you not know your
wife’s back home with her pumpkin leg’s spread open wide!
Oh…. Yes … your brother was often a frequent guest
While you brown nosed
on your
Monetary quest”
Mrs Philips …
“Hubby … taking the boys to camp again?
He sure likes to drill them hard
Does he make you take it up the ****
Does he leave
YOU
His
CALLING CARD?
I could go on … with tales of pain
I could go on … with tales of woe
But
That is
NOT
MY PURPOSE
For it was so very long ago
I just want to make you realise the pain left in those children’s hearts
They really were so much more
Than
the
Sum of all their parts
So next time you cast aspersions
With
your
Judgemental eyes
Remember
Each time the knife’s stuck in
**A
Little piece of that child dies …**