Из альбома: Pissing on Bonfires/Kissing With Tongues
the violence of our youngest child
something that the neighbours could admire
showered with what we could not afford
and beat into him all that we could not have taught
and he became just fist and tooth
he lost every trace of the boy we knew
we tied a rag around his eyes
and dragged him screaming through the night
you kissed his forehead, i shook his hand
he scratched your face he bit my hand
and we cut him loose
oh, neighbourhood!
we set him free and offered him to thee
and we cut him loose
oh, neighbourhood!
we set him free and offered him to thee
and we cut him loose
oh, neighbourhood!
we set him free and offered him to thee