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Verse: I drove down to the precinct station; it was a desolate, dirty day and the sky was lea-king; O, my precious darling daughter, I couldn't bear to hear the hateful words that you were spea-king; In your haunted, hollow eyes, I saw a demon fly (and she was dan-cing); On a ruby-painted spear, she impaled your happy years (she was so entran-cing). I cut the check and signed the forms, thinking of your wasted arms... and broken doors; When you spat the word 'Father' like a curse, you saw past your raging thirst to the guilt and terror that I wore...
Chorus: She's back... on the streets again... Should I call my lawyer friend?... Is it too late to send - a greeting, or a warning, birthday kisses, one more morning? Oh, it's the end....
Bridge: Ev'ry absent father knows that the love of a mother flows... unceasingly; And I had always thought that the fractured time I'd bought would bring some peace in me; But oh, not so...... Oh, it's the end....
Verse: I drove down to the county morgue; it was a blighted, blinding night and the sky was fall-ing; I saw a spectre of yourself, clothed in rosy glowing health, and I heard it call-ing: "Father why'd you leave me here, in this bitter house of tears, where love had died?" I answered, "Dad will always be, right here when you're needing me.", but I lied. There beyond the glass where hist'ry ends, I looked down and tried to pretend... that you were sleeping; Prayers to Father Death and tortured Son sprang to my lips, but you were gone... beyond my keeping...
Chorus: She's back... from the streets again... Should I call my lawyer friend?... Is it too late to send - a greeting, or a warning............... Yeah, she's back... from the streets again, No need to call my lawyer friend... Yes, it's too late to send - a greeting, or a warning, birthday kisses, just one more morning... Oh, it's the end.... Yes, it's the end.... Oh, it's the end. (sustain and out)
Copyright 2002 -Ozone Pete
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