Jon Langford
Chop That Child in Half
Out in the darkness, lies and diseaseAll that I have left when we went to the hospitalWell I looked across the river and I was nearly sickThe shallow grave of power grinned and flashed its teethThere's a lot of ghosts round hereA lot of crying in the darkA taxi pulled up to parkAnd out stepped Old King SolomonI spoke to a girl from Scotland who was pregnant and didn't want to beWe went back to the hospital and had a cup of teaAll the demons rolled into one were dripping down her cheekAnd put back the splinter of glass back in her heartFragments I couldn't grasp turned to dust in my fingersWe lurched into incoherenceA puerile tear dimmed my eye Ashamed, I wiped it awayThe night grew dark and the ram came driving fastIhe darkness brought back a memoryOf a beach hut in Whitley BaySomeone else's suffering and someone else's painBack in time becomes a mystery you didn't understandThere's a lot of ghosts round hereA lot of crying in die darkA taxi pulled up to parkAnd out stepped Old King Solomon
From Letras Mania