Them Bird Things Caril Ann

Tekst piosenki

I killed 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 bitch
The years, they have passed
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