http://soundcloud.com/atropos-mar/kids
When I was three
I was a king
I took the world by storm
And every city
In memory would say,
“just don’t grow old”
Now, I sleep like my father does
In a big, empty house
Paying loans out to a child
Whose face I don’t remember
(Woe)
You’ve got nothing
(Woe)
You pay for everything
(Woe)
You’ve got nothing
(Woe)
Hard words to know
Left you cold
Like a freezer full of blood
You cough up ghosts to feel warm
But they never stay long
Now, you dream like you’re uncle does
Spastic and recurrent
Crying out for a lost one
You’re losing control
(Woe)
You had everything
(Woe)
You lost everything
(Woe)
You had everything
(Woe)
(Soon tragedy will haunt your thoughts
Because you left them alone for quieter things…)
The kids are on the streets again
Shooting napalm into their lonely veins
But they’re alright, they’re alright
The kids are in their cars again
Huffing lullabies that promised more
But they’re alright, they’re alright
The kids are in the basement again
Spinning melodies of their discontent
But they’re alright, they’re alright
The kids are in their beds afire
Fornication will spawn another child
To grow up diffident and indifferent
To do as they have witnessed
But they’re alright, they’re alright
Yeah, they’re alright, they’re alright
This is how it’s going to end
This is how it always ends
My face on fire
With all the intention to scream out,
“Where have you been?”