Mini Was a Preteen Arsonist - Martha

Mini lit a match as he boarded the train

He knew he shouldn’t go but he couldn’t remain

With four white walls and a tortured brain

He stared into the flicker of a tiny flame

Mini was a rebel and a tearaway

He wouldn’t say his prayers and he wouldn’t behave

He could sing a song, he could write a play

But they gave him the belt and said he’d never be saved

Something dies everyday, something precious died when he got locked away

Oh, funny and intelligent, charming and so eloquent, Mini caught the train

Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh

You made it to the city

Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh

You made it to the city

Mini was a preteen arsonist

He stole firelighters and a bag of crisps

So they took him to church, yeah they put him on a list

But he wouldn’t back down, he wouldn’t desist

Oh, mini

You never asked for much

Something hot enough to touch

Something hot enough to touch

Something dies everyday, something precious died when he got locked away

Oh, funny and intelligent, charming and so eloquent, Mini caught the train

I hate the devil for the tricks he played on me

I won’t believe in something I have never seen

It’s such a shame

He just likes the flame

It’s such a shame

He just likes the flame

He just likes the flame

Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh

Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh

You made it to the city

Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh

You made it to the city

Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh

You made it to the city

Oh, Mini, oh, oh, Mini, oh

You made it to the city