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Burnt to hell,
This song has me wanting
To make a call home.
I just want to ring up mum,
To See how brother is growing,
To See if sister has met a boy.
I want to sit and watch tv
While brother shoots his plastic guns
And sister frets over makeup before a dance.
Mama is with sister, fixing hair.
It’ll be peace,
With cat purring on my lap,
And birds chirping from their cage.
Everything will be alright.
But, oh forlorn hope,
I’m here, and I’m burnt
And this song won’t end.
Dcid Corvid 