Smoke

MUMMY LIGHTS A CIGARETTE.
DADDY DRINKS HIS BEER.
SIT DOWN! SIT STILL! SHUT UP!
ADULTS WANT TO TALK!
INNOCENT FACES LOOKING THROUGH SMOKE...

OH BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY SIDE, PASSING BY.
INSIDE TOUCHING LIVES,
AS SMOKE GETS IN MY EYES.

LITTLE BLOND ANGELS IN YOUR HANDS.
SEE THEM GROW UP TO BE LIKE YOU, LOOK LIKE YOU.
THEY’LL SMOKE, THEY’LL DRINK, THEY’LL TALK LIKE YOU.
INNOCENCE, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?
LOST IN SWEAR WORDS, LOST IN SMOKE!

SUN SHINES THROUGH TREES, PASSING BY
THEY NEVER LOOK OUTSIDE.

I WANT TO SCREAM: DON’T YOU SEE?
MAYBE YOU’RE TOO BUSY TALKING,
MAYBE YOU DON’T KNOW ANY OTHER WAY.
BECAUSE WE ALL WERE ANGELS ONCE!
INNOCENCE GETS LOST ALONG THE WAY.

YOUR HAND FEELS EMPTY, SOMETHING’S MISSING.
SO YOU LIGHT ANOTHER CIGARETTE,
WHEN YOU COULD BE TAKING YOUR BABY’S HAND.


FOG FILLS THE WOODS, PASSING BY
AS FOGGY AS IT IS INSIDE!

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