Child of Rage - House Of Lords

Ooh-ooh-ooh…

Ooh…

Tears falling down from grace

A smear upon her face

He leaves without a trace

Scars upon her mind

No reason for the crime

Your playground left behind

Never knowing why

And you, you’re the only one, mm-hmm

That feels the pain and can’t explain

But, girl, don’t go

Oh, sweet child of rage

I can’t feel your pain

The weight upon your shoulder

Oh, sweet child of rage

Mm, you turn the page, it’s gonna change

Oh, sweet child of rage

And now your castles made of sand

And Santa’s not your friend

No tinker bells and butterflies

And, oh-oh-oh-oh, child of rage

Your angry heart can change in heaven

There’s a special place, mm-hmm

For little one’s so full of pain

For, girl, hold on, yeah

Oh, sweet child of rage, yeah

I can’t feel your pain

The weight upon your shoulder

Oh, sweet child of rage

Oh, you turn the page, and it’s gonna change

Oh, sweet child of rage

Oh, sweet child of rage, yeah

I can’t feel your pain

The weight upon your shoulder

Oh, sweet child of rage

Oh, I can’t feel your pain

The weight upon your shoulder

Oh, sweet child

I can’t feel you pain

No, I can’t feel your pain

Oh, sweet child, oh, sweet child

Oh, sweet child of rage, mmm…

I can’t feel your pain

I can’t feel your pain

Sweet child of rage

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sweet child of rage

Oh, yeah