Them Bird Things - Caril Ann lyrics

I k**ed a mockingbird Thought it's a sin And I shot a bullfrog Again and again and again and... Mama whipped me Left lesions on my back Right there and then I swore I'd get my own back I would get them back One by one A teenage tantrum A terrific mistake Eleven stolen lives Marking our wake Storm cellar rage The picture still remains Blue-eyed broken boy Corn-fed and dead I don't know Why I done did what I did I was just a kid Just a kid "and it seems as though I could see My heart before my eyes, turning dark Black with Hate of Rages, or harhequinade Stripped from that munner life Leaving only naked being-Hate." Most mornings I wish When they pulled that leather strap I'd been right there Sitting on his lap Never a bride Still Charlie's little b**h The years, they have pa**ed And the only hitch is who to be Caril Ann, what you've done to me? I don't know Why I done did what I did I was just a kid Just a kid