Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Our Darling Daughter You Are, Little Cecilia Marie Lyrics

To your knees with this daily passion
You don’t feel anything
You couldn’t race a knife across him
Would you dare ask any one to?
Take away all the blame
What if you aren’t responsible?
Would it ease this life a little to see him buried instead?
The sweat off your back now sticks to the carpet
As he pulls himself out from the press
You couldn’t have asked for a better father
The words once expressed from you mouth
Now eat them away or take to the grave
You’re a pretty girl, honey
If he would just die then I might be happy, Mother?
So count to sleep, my dearest Martha You know you should but you won’t leave Arthur
Would it not be you, then please for the children?
Cause if you won’t they will, if you don’t they will
Maybe for them, maybe for them

This is the last time, you’ll say in the shower
As your blood curves a path when mixed with the water
I’ll do it myself so it’s done
To the right of all ways I will burry his grave
I’m a pretty girl, funny
Out from the woods a light burns in shadow
Unnoticed to girl with a gun

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