Blending his grin into a sneer

Up to his neck in ancient shit

He'd make a real good military beast

But i'm afraid that's about it

Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out

Angry boy

He would rather kill than find a cure for it

Poor boy

But she'emm may you down, hold you close

'neath her wings it's alright she'll take care of you



He stopped looking up at what might have been

He left no room to turn around and change

He's waiting for the panic to set in

He's hunting around for pain



Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out

Angry boy

He would rather kill than find a cure for it

Poor boy

He's got soft words he will

Slug you with



But she'll lay you down, hold you close

'neath her wings it's alright she'll take care of you