Child of mine sitting in the sun
I know what you will become
Not a tinker tailor, or a soldier sailor
Just another fallen angel
A hot house flower grown way too fast
You shone like a diamond but not made to last
A childhood lost in a strange decay
Infected and injected in every possible way
What chance did you have with all those lies
‘You’re no good’ rang the mantra in their cries
Now the sorrow of the past is poised ready to strike back
With needles flowing from a black cadilac
Political men grasping at your beauty again
Peddling their wares in repackaged pain
Looking for love in a chemical reaction
A body sold to give them all a piece of the action
Child of mine sitting in the sun
What is it that you’ve become
A shadow that hangs upon the wall
The world has bled you dry and taken it all
The world has bled you dry and taken it all
The world has bled you dry and taken it all
