Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid
There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.
I used to think it's better if you just live and die and no one knows who you are.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
They're selling postcards of the hanging.