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