Where did you go?. When you let me go?. I waited for you in a special place. Ohh, no no no no no. Cold blue eyes turn to stone. You break the vein and bruse the bone.
Just a mother and sons livin' under the gun. Bruises on their backs were just another. Sign of the push and the shove and the lack of the love. On the side of the tracks that they were brought up.