A boy that's so scared lying under the stairs,
begs for mercy from all of his tortuous days.
He put out a prayer lying under the stairs
but I'm sorry to tell you it's over my friend.

Now that you stand in the calm of the landing,
a child at your feet nothing left in your soul,
what was the point that you could not go back,
when your foot hit his face, when your fist broke his back ?

Oh our lives in the slurry.
Mamma's here so don't worry.
Who was there when you walked out the door ?
Bloody bundle picked up from the floor.
It's ours.

Back from the country on business today,
a boy and a problem are buried away.
The things that some can, oh the things that some can't,
Mother picks up his hair, washed his blood off the lamp.

Oh our lives in the slurry.
Mamma's here so don't worry.
Who was there when you walked out the door ?
Bloody bundle picked up from the floor.
It's ours.
It's our time.

How can he show how he will grow.
You're not gonna know.