Where do children go when they're not crying
childish tears They go to paradise up above and
live throughout the years But then where do they
go when they do cause their parents grief They
spend all long years in a firey hell where there
is no relief

In Purgatory, oh all the day Purgatory is where
the dead roll ever on

What's a poor kid going to do but go and shave
their head A life of crime is what they lead or
wander the streets instead Because anything must
be better than already what they've had And if you
want any class of affirmation not preoccupation
you must do something bad

Pray every bead on your rosary, be thankful and be
true For lies make baby Christus cry and the
horsemen come for you A ghost white horse with
snapping jowls and firey smokey eyes And never can
you run fast enough as you trip and fall aside

One morning when this life is over I will fly away
No more shackles on my feet and no more tears I
will display I won't need a sense of
accomplishment no nothing I ever got And if I can
hold it out I'm sure I can forgo the lot

I'm closing doors and torturing those nearest me
like a moth unto a flame I don't know how this
will end or how to deal with this pain I need to
find some sense of direction here past anything
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never not subside

They say psychology starts when you're younger but
that I cannot see I've no idea what ever happened
to me nor can I explain this anxiety I kept
hearing I was idle but I can prosper just in spite
I'd be the working class hero of my ideals and
family and I make it right

But you can't meet the match to your state of
being 'cause everyones changes hourly And you
can't expect only one person to satisfy you
eternally To satisfy you emotionally,
psychologically, sexually and intellectually for
life You must love more than one person and pursue
more than one thing boys and girls that is my
advice

And now we've took to pining caoining for our
spacious loss I'd like to think my friend's not
wandering for once he isn't lost And not bound and
chained to tread throughout all eternity Anxious
for dreams that we're back together, by dreams of
what could be

Well it's been a messed up life and now you're
gone and who knows where Every corner that I turn
around I swear I see you there And you asked my
God of all this pain, does it never ever end Well
no not for your family or those who cannot
comprehend