Blending his grin into a sneer Up to his neck in ancient sh** He'd make a real good military beast But I'm afraid that's about it Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out Angry boy He would rather k** than find a cure for it Poor boy But she'emm may you down, hold you close 'neath her wings it's alright she'll take care of you He stopped looking up at what might have been He left no room to turn around and change He's waiting for the panic to set in He's hunting around for pain Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out Angry boy He would rather k** than find a cure for it Poor boy He's got soft words he will Slug you with But she'll lay you down, hold you close 'neath her wings it's alright she'll take care of you