Little boy peeped
Couldn't keep his mouth shut
She quickly spun his tale to gold
Bedraggled with bare feet
His face blue-black and swollen
His back is straight, his eyes are cold
I'll die knowing nothing more than the darkness of this place
Somewhere my parents are glowing - embers in some Gentile's fireplace
And she quickly replaced his fears for tears
Cobbled in a heap
The pile of shoes lies growing
He wonders next he'll chance to eat
She's a wonder with a wheel
But no fear his eyes are showing
He vows he'll bring her to her knees
If I die knowing that I've brought you even just one ounce of pain
I'll leave a corpse with rictus smile showing, knowing that I haven't died in vain
Believe me when I say you'll pay
I can't wait for destiny; I'll take matters into my own hands (I can't wait)
You can't wait for life to bring you a collection of golden eggs (you can't hope)
And if I break some yolks, well that's just how it goes (that's just how)
You can't pretty pictures without some impetus