Children

Down in the stairwell, the key to my heart We raised a child, we tore it apart I let it show me the terror of love All of my failures, they fit like a glove, and now Get them away from me Please get them away from me Oh get them away from me All of them swinging by the tongue from daddy's tree I can't forgive myself For what I'm about to do I'm born again each night Just to see it through Fruit of my labour Rotting in the sewer Carry my babies To some green valley where they may lay A touch of fear, a little disgust To keep it coming, we do what we must Ain't nothing sweeter than the broken back Of a half-formed diatribe on all I lack, and I Need something to take the edge Oh, something to take the edge Give me something to take the edge Off a night spent swinging in the gantry by my head I can't forgive myself For what I'm about to do I'm born again each night Just to see you through Fruit of my labour Rotting in the sewer Carry my babies To some green valley where they may lay I can't forgive myself For what I'm about to do I'm giving up the ghost And nailing it to you Fruit of my labour Rotting in the sewer Carry my babies To some green valley Fruit of my labour Rotting in the sewer Carry my babies To some green valley where they may lay