Blending his grin into a sneer   Up to his neck in ancient shit   He'd make a real good military beast   But I'm afraid that's about it   Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out   Angry boy   He would rather kill than find a cure for it   Poor boy   But she'll lay you down, hold you close   'Neath her wings it's alright she'll take care of you      He stopped looking up at what might have been   He left no room to turn around and change   He's waiting for the panic to set in   He's hunting around for pain      Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out   Angry boy   He would rather kill than find a cure for it   Poor boy   He's got soft words he will   Slug you with      But she'll lay you down, hold you close   'Neath her wings it's alright she'll take care of you