Children Of The Broken Hearted

Your cries are searching for

The lock and key to your mother's door.

She'll ignore our every sound

And leave you to drown.

There's no escaping you'll see

There's no escaping from me.

I'll take off your clothes as you beg me no more

I'll share your moans and you know that you are done for.

I will sing you to sleep from every thrust

You will quietly weep and never trust your father again.

There's no escaping you'll see

There's no escaping from me.

I'll take off your clothes as you beg me no more

I'll share your moans and you know that you are done for.