Bottle Baby

歌詞

Your issue may walk among fine moral spires But if they went up somebody else built them Your store is a small one, your goods have no buyers Your parents are raising your children. O I could have told you the vices won't hold you warm in a coil where you lay But high up they hang you, seized by the temple And bid you obey and obey... A heinous, heinous law Of an endless, endless love That governs your poor heart In its velvety chambers, where fellows foul met Engage in exchanges Whose ends are to put out your lights Who know from the inside you'd put up a fight To a heinous, heinous law... It's winter in my bedroom and I stir the broken spring And I have in my head to go crawling When the hounds come around I go to the bottle Like every wet shadow before me. Now are you angry at me 'cos I'm no longer free? I don't sound it or say it or feel it. But out on the street somebody told me It happens to everyone. So I don't blame you, it's my foot in my shoe And I seem to have easily filled it While the thing in my charge, whether tiny or large I fear I may slowly have killed it Obeying a heinous, heinous law...