Suffer the Children, Come Unto Me - Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds

What’s a pretty little thing like you

Doin' in this dingy old back room?

I got some candy

A piece for every bruise

You can grab it if it’s handy, cuz any cock’ll do

Now dance to the beat of the slow, slow turn

Of the world as it weeps in this slow, slow burn

And the shoes on your feet ain’t set to return

I’m the one who’s walking out alone

You won’t need those sandals where you’re going

Cuz little baby, you ain’t ever goin' home

And the last sounds that you’ll ever know

Are the vultures crying «Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-no»

And soon they’ll be picking at your bones

They’ll be picking at your bones

They’ll be picking at your bones

Whoa-whoa-whoa

I caught you in the bathroom in a real wide stance

I caught you down by the lagoon with my hands down your pants

On an old dirty mattress with stains and yellow scarves

I start out watching then I get so hard

And you won’t need that mattress where you’re going

And I’m the one who’s walking out alone

And mister, you ain’t ever going home

Cause the last sound that you’ll ever know

Is my bonesaw grinding «Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-no»

Soon we’ll be chipping at your bones

We’ll be chipping at your bones

We’ll be chipping at your bones

Whoa-whoa-whoa

Every single plan I make has been informed by these sour grapes

I’ve got one last death to fake before I settle down

On the last burning block of the last burning town

Where the devil and behemoth have been hanging around

And I don’t miss that old crowd

I do not miss that old crowd

So goddamned lazy and loud

And the last sound that I’ll ever know is my heart exploding

«Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-no»

Soon I’ll be nothing but these bones

I’ll be nothing but these bones

I’ll be nothing but these bones

I don’t need this bullshit where I’m going

And I don’t think I’m ever going home

And I’m the one who’s walking out alone

So bitch, quit your fucking crying