Your abuse will end right here No longer will your family fear A gunshot to head of trepidation My promise if you ever lay a finger (Open fire, build the pyre) You starve your children on neglect Then feed their bellies with fear Concussion bat to the

When the money's gone Will you be my friend Float a small row boat till our ship comes in When the winter nights chill us to the soul Will you feed the fire Spin the straw to gold Will you get cold feet Will you still be there if the ends don't meet