The Childcatcher - Patrick Wolf

I was still a child when you caught me

And tied me to your bed

You gave me shoes and pretty clothes

And I gave you what I had between my legs

Just a rite of passage

You held me down and said

«I'm gonna be your right of passage

So boy you better spread, spread 'em»

You said, «Run, run, run as fast as you can

But you can’t run, run

From the child catchers hands»

I wrote your name in my shit across the town

to warn the kids of your bloodshed

When I chased you with a burning cross

My mother she wanted you dead

She said, «Run, run, run as fast as you can

But you can’t run, run

From our law given hand»

You said, «Well, I’ve got no time for victims

And I don’t think it was all that bad

And if you can’t run to save yourself

Well then, you deserve to be had»

«This is the age of constipation

This is the age of martyrdom

I think you even enjoyed it

I think I even saw you come»