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Death in Small Houses (Lyric) by Wulf
Little Child, don't hide your tears away
Bits and pieces,
bits and pieces,
bits and pieces
Run away just as fast as you can
You'd better run run away
if you think that you can
You'd better run
Sleeping like an angel,
floating down from heaven
If daddy's been out drinking,
all sleep will turn to screaming
And the sparks will fly
when he slaps your face
Fire lights inside your head
Momma cries as babies fall
until he goes away again
Bits and pieces,
bits and pieces,
bits and pieces
Run away just as fast as you can
You'd better run run away
if you think that you can
You'd better run
Daddy, Daddy, hold me,
oh, Mama, Mama
i'll love you forever,
forever is near
The baby is quiet,
gone to the rainbow
Hunger is over,
fountain of pain
i'll never tell but i will remember
A hundred miles inside me
there's a slow fire burning
Gone burning forever,
i'm bits and pieces,
bits and pieces
i'm bits and pieces,
bits and pieces
Say death in small houses
Say death in small houses
Say death
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Posted: September 17, 2002 8:05 PM PDT; Last modified: September 17, 2002 8:05 PM PDT
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