I am the boy your mother wanted you to meet But I am broken and torn with heels at my feet (?) And with your purest light why don't you shine on me Well I should have been an angel But I'm too dumb to speak Now as she gets nearer, the visions get clearer I'm kneeling, weeping I will hold her dear Oh, If your eyes water, you've got your favorite number to spin
And oh, what a crying shame, a crying shame What we became
Murdered my throat, screaming bloody all night Hit him with a book and how he crumbles Oh you should have seen the arches tumble Their golden no more Now I'm smiling in my blood
I'm caught in a whirlwind I'm going to heaven I'm standing on trial and it's painted on canvas An eternal testament to how we are so animalistic
And oh, what a crying shame, what a crying shame What we became
I bow my head in the morning light and say goodnight I held her hand and I, I kissed her eyes Stumbled down the stairs and hang my self on high And I started for the town that i have a front yard And die
Compositor: John Joseph Iii Mccauley ECAD: Obra #5583938