Children died
too serve my (?)
i tied a rope i tied a lullabye

and lala i said i tatter way up high
and when you lay yourself down to rest
sometimes a lemon flyeying though your head

your growing older
your growing older
your growing old

you got let down
you had to tell your lie
down on the grind

your seen way way up high
and when when yuo
lay yourself down to bed

through your rolling victims and silence-head