P.J. Proby - Child Of Clay lyrics

Into the darkness he was sent by parents' Who were ignorant hm, hm Tied down to his mother's strings Unable to be anything hm, hm Puzzled by the things he hears The father thinking work comes first Ain't got the time to quench a thirst No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Once he was a child, a beautiful child A child of clay shaped and molded Into what he is today But who is to blame for this child of clay Going out into the street at night The answers he may meet hm hm With sick and twisted minds He shares the searching questions His heart bears hm hm And from the dregs The answers find their way into his supple mind In time the planted seeds will grow Into a twisted vine below No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no And now his aimless days begin To drift into sordid sin hm, hm And soon his dislike turns to hate As the stamp of life seals his fate hm, hm And so the night conceals his name And the days sleep off his shame Deprived of love and wrought by fear A feeling that the end is near No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no