Up in the attic
Under the bed
Inside the closet
In the boxes in our head

All the things that we were doing
To try to hide ourselves away

Old yellow pictures
Yesterday's news
Seeking catharsis
In a twelve-bar blues

All the things that we were doing
To try to hide ourselves away
To hide ourselves away

Mummy will be angry
And Daddy will be drunk
"Be careful where you're going boy
Or you'll end up like your Uncle
As the black sheep of the family"
But Daddy - the black sheep ran away

Over the hill to freedom
He lived to fight another day

All the things that live to haunt us
All the needles in our heart
The shadows on the bedroom wall
The things that make us start
Out of our nightmares
Cold and frightened
In the dark

Go to church on Sunday
Say prayers for the dead
Confess your sins to Jesus
(Though he knows them all already)

Oh for Jesus is your saviour
He will wash your sins away
Jesus is your saviour
He thinks about you every day



But prayers remain unanswered
And Daddy still gets drunk
And I remember Mummy
Stealing candles from the church

All the lies our parents told us
To try to keep us in our place
To try to save their face?

And I think of all the baggage
That we carry through our lives
I think of all the times
I've had to run away and hide

Sometimes I find myself believing
I'll be running all my life
So angel hold me tightly
And say that it will be all right...