Here, sleep, at the bottom of Hell,
Your time has come to pick the road
You'll walk in this tale.
Turned in as a coward,
You've earned through sickness and health,
There's only one, now go and bite your tongue.

You'd see the worst of me with the hope they'd understand.
No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man.
Little baby, oh kick, and you scream, and whine.
Victims pay the price eventually;
The cost, let's see, your life.

You've got nothing to prove.
Stay afraid young brother.
You've got nothing to prove.

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
The sincerest apologies won't write you out of this one tonight.
You'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite.
Oh young fool, don't cry anymore.

A fear sleeps inside your stomach, it swells.
A torn boy alone in need of fix, in a punch that cures the itch.
For too long, this little baby's cried on.
But tomorrow will sing the words in song of a time we're glad's long gone.

You'd see the worst of me with the hope they'd understand.
No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be that man.
Little baby, oh kick, and you scream, and whine.
Victims pay the price eventually;
the cost, let's see, your life.

You've got nothing to prove.
Stay afraid young brother.
You've got nothing to prove.

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
The sincerest apologies won't write you out of this one tonight
You'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite.
Oh young fool, don't cry.

Mother superior, come catch the rabbit, he runs.
My how you've grown.
You're frightened of leaving this.
Truly gone fishing amalgam.
Go fetch your gun.

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel.
The sincerest apologies won't write you out of this one.
Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite.
Oh, young fool, don't cry, not anymore.
Don't cry, boy, not anymore.
Don't cry, boy, not anymore.
Don't cry, boy, not anymore.

When you're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife.
Don't cry, boy, not anymore.
Don't cry, boy, not anymore.
Don't cry, boy, not anymore.
When you're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife.

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