Her pink ruffled dress hides the marks from his fingers She keeps her eyes closed as she sways with the singers Another bright Sunday, but dark shame still lingers He's yanked all her innocence out.
His body's too small to find peace in a bottle But the burn's been his friend since the day he could tottle Better be drunk, then he won't feel his dad's throttle He's choked all his innocence out.
She weeps in the bathroom at three in the morning Hoping and praying he'll keep up his snoring Her bruises are angry and serve as a warning He's beat all her innocence out.
He sleeps like a baby, content with his life No thought for his daughter, his son, or his wife So soft did they tiptoe, so sharp was the knife He bled all their innocence out.
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"yes, sweetheart?"
"can...can cows jump?"
"well. i suppose, but not very high..."
"oh...then how did the cow jumped over the moon?"
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She keeps her eyes closed as she sways with the singers
Another bright Sunday, but dark shame still lingers
He's yanked all her innocence out.
His body's too small to find peace in a bottle
But the burn's been his friend since the day he could tottle
Better be drunk, then he won't feel his dad's throttle
He's choked all his innocence out.
She weeps in the bathroom at three in the morning
Hoping and praying he'll keep up his snoring
Her bruises are angry and serve as a warning
He's beat all her innocence out.
He sleeps like a baby, content with his life
No thought for his daughter, his son, or his wife
So soft did they tiptoe, so sharp was the knife
He bled all their innocence out.
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