Chop That Child in Half

Out in the darkness, lies and disease

All that I have left when we went to the hospital

Well I looked across the river and I was nearly sick

The shallow grave of power grinned and flashed its teeth

There's a lot of ghosts round here

A lot of crying in the dark

A taxi pulled up to park

And out stepped Old King Solomon

I spoke to a girl from Scotland who was pregnant and didn't want to be

We went back to the hospital and had a cup of tea

All the demons rolled into one were dripping down her cheek

And put back the splinter of glass back in her heart

Fragments I couldn't grasp turned to dust in my fingers

We lurched into incoherence

A puerile tear dimmed my eye Ashamed, I wiped it away

The night grew dark and the ram came driving fast

Ihe darkness brought back a memory

Of a beach hut in Whitley Bay

Someone else's suffering and someone else's pain

Back in time becomes a mystery you didn't understand

There's a lot of ghosts round here

A lot of crying in die dark

A taxi pulled up to park

And out stepped Old King Solomon