Mother superior

Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road you'll walk in this tale
Turned in as a coward you've learned
Through sickness and health, there's only one
Now go and bite your tongue

You'll just see the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man

Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost, let's see... your life

You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid young brother
You've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight... you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bye
Oh young fools, don't cry... anymore

A fear sleeps, inside your stomach... it swims
A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch
For too long, this little baby has cried on
For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song
Of a time we're glad is long gone

You'll just see the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man

Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost, let's see... your life

You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid young brother
You've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight... you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bye
Oh young fools, don't cry... anymore

Mother superior
Come catch the rabbit he runs, my how've you grown?
You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam
Go fetch your gun

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight... you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bye
Oh young fools, don't cry... not anymore

Don't cry, boy, not anymore
Don't cry, boy, not anymore
Don't cry, boy.
When you're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife.

Don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry,boy.
When you're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife.